Over Tall Skim Lattes

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A café. 

AMY and BRANDI, sitting. Nearby, sits FIREVANEY, eavesdropping. 

AMY 
He kisses me too much. 

BRANDI (slow nod, raised eyebrows)
Mmm. You don’t like him anymore. 

AMY 
No — 

BRANDI 
Or you’re liking him less. 

AMY 
That isn’t — 

BRANDI 
There’s somebody new? 

AMY 
No! He just… too many kisses. 

BRANDI (nods) 
There are worse things. 

AMY 
He won’t let me speak. 

BRANDI 
Well, not with his tongue down your throat — 

AMY 
Exactly. 

BRANDI 
Is he a …substandard kisser? 

AMY 
No. He’s a fine kisser. That’s not what I’m — 

BRANDI 
Too much of a good thing. 

AMY Exac— Yes. Sort of. 

BRANDI (pushes her latte away) 
Brandi? Sometimes? You make me sick.

AMY 
No, you don’t understa— 

BRANDI 
Nor could I ever. Nor could I ever. 
(she stands and shoves in her chair) 
I’m late. 
(She exits.) 

FIREVANEY (looks up from scribbles)
“Nor”? 

(LIGHTS FADE) 


23 August 2004

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