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First Frost of Autumn
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One-Acts

It is a Friday. Laura and harrock are due to meet at Picco's before going to Five by Tenn at the BCA. This is a backup plan, the previous plan having been snowed out. The plan is tirinian's, but he does not appear personally in this story.

Act One: Laura on the Subway

The subway is very crowded, and there is a family of four small children and their somewhat harried-looking mother. Laura is wearing her black fedora. Which is not at all a cowboy hat.

Small Girl: Why are you wearing a cowboy hat?
Laura: It keeps the rain off my head.
Small Girl: But it's not raining now.
Laura: That's true. But it was. And it's warm.
Small Girl: What's your name?
Laura: Laura.
Small Girl: You could be a cowgirl.
Laura: I don't have boots.
Small Girl: And your bag is all wrong. And your book.
Laura: That's true. I would not make a very good cowgirl.
Small Girl, to her Brother: She's actually a vampire. Look. She has pointy teeth.
<Laura makes a vampire face>
Small Girl: See?
<The two children tell their mother about me the vampire.>
<The Small Girl stares fixedly at Laura<
Mother: Don't stare at strangers.
Small Girl: Are you a vampire, really?
Laura: No, not really. Look, you can see my reflection in the window.
Small Girl: You can't see vampire's reflections? Why not?
Laura: Um... I'm not sure, actually.
Small Girl, to her Brother: She's not really a vampire.
Small Boy: Oh.
<Small Girl suddenly presses her ear against Laura's stomach, checking for a heartbeat.>
Mother: What are you doing? Don't hug strangers! They could run off with you!
Small Girl: She's not a stranger! She told me her name!
Small Girl: Are you a stranger?
Laura: Technically, I'm still a stranger, you just met me. You should believe your mom.
Small Girl: Hmm. Are you going to run off with me? <she winks>
Laura: No, I don't need any new children.
Small Girl: Don't you have a boyfriend?

The scene continues until Downtown Crossing, where the family has to get off. The Small Girl hugs Laura goodbye, provoking another round of "don't hug strangers!" from the mother, but as it turns out, Laura also gets off at Downtown Crossing. There ends up being a procession of Family followed by Laura down towards the Orange line, with the Small Girl excitedly turning around and looking at Laura, possibly hoping to be stolen. The mother is not impressed by the Small Girl's protests that Laura is not a stranger, having been introduced. (Really, I felt somewhat guilty at setting off the mom's child-safety detection, but I didn't start it!)

Act Two: Jerry at the Restaurant

Jerry has arrived. Laura has not.

Drat. I thought I could write this as dialogue, but I can't actually, because I wasn't there for enough of it. The waitress recognizes Jerry as having been there before, in a "rowdy but nice" group. With that shy cute guy who ordered two desserts and we teased him. Who was reading the book. Is he going to be meeting Jerry? No, just Laura.

Once I did get there, we had to promise to tell tirinian that he was missed and should come back.
Jerry: Why do I never get to be the cute one?

Act Three: Five by Tenn

  • The guy sitting next to us walked out of Three Sisters, as he mentions while discoursing far more knowledgeably than I. I feel somehow vindicated.
  • I am a born-again William Young fan. I would go to see "William Young Sits in a Chair and Raises an Eyebrow." Or "William Young Reads the Phone Book." I feel like I must have seen him before as something unmemorable like Snug the Joiner, but wow.
  • Much funnier than I think of Tennessee Williams as. And only in "And Tell Sad Stories of the Death of Queens" did I want to throw things at the main character, tell her to go be in some other play where she doesn't have to be such an idiot.
  • "Repetition isn't security. It just feels like it is. But it is not to be trusted." That stuck. I think I find much security in the repetition of my life, and I fear change as much as the character in "I Can't Imagine Tomorrow" who has far more to fear. (Why was that 'theater of the absurd' ? Maybe I missed the metaphor entirely; they seemed completely real to me.)
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