MARY TODD SPEAKS TO JANE while floating in the air and for the hell of it:
MARY
-Does my squabble sound Rovian to you? Like unadulterated (American)Crossroads rhetoric?
JANE
-No. No. Not at all sweetheart. Pumpkin-patch muffin, you would not recognize Karl up there floating around, unless you smelled him, of course. It’s a wretched concept, I assure you. And a costly one. Your flowered dress is stained only with cheap droplets of Glaswegian red spirits, and that is quite the compliment my fair lady, as we both know that while you fly drinking around these quarters rambling about frank justice and heat flashes, your disheveled workaholic husband has never even been to Europe ! You must feel like a true disgrace. An honest hypocrite.
(Mary floats higher into the Northern sky, she is feet below a puffy cloud, her stained wet skirt gets caught in a random tree branch. A water moccasin is coiled up around the lower tree branch and opens up its mouth at Mary, exposing its fangs and tender cottonmouth. There is an audible hissy howl)
MARY
-Are you insinuating that we stay here because of the hatred that he endlessly wrangles towards his father? And that is the reason why we have never left our marital Union ?
HJANE (TYPO, JANE)
-His biological father, Madam. You must emphasize that…it is a matter of fact. It is a matter of law. Man’s Law.
MARY
- My apologies. You are correct. His biological father. Yes. He still hates him. Yes.
Yet, I also think that he feels that his hair will get tossed around messy during the sail across that wicked sea. Many monsters would take aim at him. I surely would. They would blow my handsome husband to hell in a handbasket. Blowing evil winds on such a leisurely trip. Abraham still has many promises to keep. Be easy on him sir.
JANE
-Easier, you must mean, Madam.
MARY
-You are now saying that I am a bitch.
JANE
-Yes. I am saying that you were born, and take great pride, in being this pre-determined bad reputation bitch that you are.
MARY
-You are correct. I am a bitch.
JANE
-I know that you are. Duh.
MARY
-I do like to fly. That is my law, Hear, Hear.
JANE
-Yes you do. You do like to fly. You speak truth. Surprising, being that you sleep next to a seasoned lawyer.
MARY
-So now what is there left to say?
JANE
-Bye?
MARY
-Agreed. Bye. for now.
JANED (TYPO AGAIN)
-Bye. again. And be careful with that black snake there Mary. It's a nasty one...especially since it is so far away from home.
THE END
BTW: Here is an image of Mary OR Jane's stained dress (YOU decide). This image is meant to remain actively present in your mind when you close your eyes to go to sleep tonight. Don't take Ambien..it's a killer.
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