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By Misti Date: 2002 Jan 16 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.16.21.13.17586]] |
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SCENE 16 INT.-Break room-Day. Marie is sitting across from her friend Brooke at a table in the call center break room. Brooke is 26. She has curly blonde hair and blue eyes. Marie and Brooke are sharing a box of fried chicken. Brooke: These people...where the fuck do they come from? If I get one more call from one more woman who wants to know if she should overlook her husband's sex addiction I am literally gonna puke. Blah. All over the keyboard. Marie: That would be nasty. Fried chicken doesn't make for good vomit. But I have to say, there's no vomit worse than pepperoni pizza vomit. Brooke: Lovely. That's good to know. Marie: Well, sex addiction is one thing. When they say that, most women are talking about a subscription to Hustler. But cheating is something else. Those are the calls that make me sick."He says that's a part of his life that he just isn't ready to sacrifice. But he loves me." Please. Yeah, he'll love your ass all the way to the free clinic. Brooke: So you think it's okay for married men to subscribe to Hustler? You wouldn't care if Luke subscribed to one of those magazines? Marie: I don't think there's anything wrong with it as long as the men share the magazines with their wives. Porn has its place in marriage, sure. As for Luke, I couldn't give a rat's ass what he does or who he does it with. I filed for divorce yesterday. He moved out over the weekend. Brooke: What? You're just now tellin' me this shit? I don't believe it! Marie: Believe it. Brooke: I thought you two were doin' fine. What the hell happened? Marie: I got bored. I've been bored. But Saturday I got so bored I couldn't stand it any longer. Maybe I'm having an early midlife crisis. Brooke: I thought only men had those. Marie: Historically, yes. I'm breakin' the mold. Twelve years early. Assuming that forty is midlife. None of us really know when our midlife is going to occur. Brooke: Girl, you're crazy. Marie: That seems to be the consensus. |