Do you plan to get up today Max?
No Marge, you?
I am up.
You plan on staying up?
No, just wanted a spot of tea.
That’s very British of you.
A spot of tea . . . a spot.
I heard it on a TV program the other night.
It was . . . something on B.B.C.
No I meant . . . which night.
Oh, umm . . . I can’t recall.
Would you like a spot of tea? I think it was Tuesday. Or Wednesday.
Yes those two are easy to confuse. Yes I’ll have a spot.
(Marge leaves the room and comes back carrying two cups of tea.)
Thank you Marge.
I hope you like cream. I put cream in it Max.
Yes Marge I love cream, you know I love cream.
Oh yes. It’s like Tuesday or Wednesday . . . sometimes it’s hard to tell. Well?
There was a raven perched on that skinny branch. That really really skinny one.
Point to it.
(Max points to the really really skinny branch.)
I don’t see a raven.
No, he’s gone . . . he was there, was. That’s the branch.
Oh I see.
It was lovely, his sleek blackness, his cool opaqueness, against that branch so skinny and sort of long.
(Sigh!) That’s why I hate to get up. Even for a spot of tea.
(Max and Marge laugh.)
So was it really lovely Max?
It was . . . quite lovely. But don’t worry Marge, I don’t want you to start worrying now.
I won’t Max.
I promise. How’s your tea?
Like the raven?
Different sort of lovely.
Oh I know, just . . . you used that same phrase.
Quite lovely. You used it for the raven and for the tea.
You’re a remarkable woman Marge.
Thank you Max.
(Marge and Max kiss. Slobbery, smacking. Unlock lips. Stare for a long while in silence.)
Did you see that leaf fall?
It fell and there it is, the fetal one.
You sure that’s it?
I followed it all the way down.
Extraordinary. And fetal yes, that’s just the right word.
What it is.
(Marge sips her tea.)
If I need to go out to the bathroom….
In a few minutes—which I’m certain I will . . . is it okay….
If my tea is finished, is it okay . . . can I pee into the teacup?
My darling, we’ve been married 44 years, of course, if you’d like.
It’s just . . . I don’t want to get up again . . . maybe miss a raven or something else . . . quite lovely.
No need to get up Marge, you’ve got a teacup to pee in.
Yes, I do, don’t I? You’re a wonderful husband Max.
You’re an extraordinary wife Marge.
(Marge sips her tea. Max sips his tea.
They look at each other then out the window, unfinished.)