Shoppers Two Plays by Denis Johnson Scene One An Exploration of the Colorado River MRS. MAY 's office: At stage left a large desk and swivel chair, fronted by a comfortable chair for visitors. Across the space at right, a couch and a large chair separated by a low table. Looks like a cross between an office and a waiting room. Upstage, a wall with venetian blinds over a window. Morning outside. Alone in the room, MARIGOLD CASSANDRA sits on the couch. Late twenties. Business suit. She looks at magazines from a stack on the low table. Tosses one aside, and it slides off the table onto the floor. Crosses and uncrosses her legs, etc. She opens her purse, rummages distractedly, Comes up with a bottle of pills. Pause. Unscrews the cap and downs one. Pause. Reaches in her mouth and takes it out. Pause. Puts it back in her mouth, clamped by her front teeth. Hunts in her purse again. Finds a little airline liquor bottle and quickly unscrews its cap and washes down the pill with a swallow. MARIGOLD: Oh. Jesus Christ. Gets a breath spray from her purse and opens wide and hits her larynx. Finds some gum in her purse. Unwraps and chews it. Tosses the wrapper into the purse. Stares down into it. Pause. She spits the gum into the purse. She takes another pill, rapidly repeating the whole process, emptying the tiny jug and tossing it into the purse. And then more breathspray. More gum. She sighs. Pause. The door opens a crack. A woman peeks in and smiles: MRS. MAY, late forties, in a black dress with white borders, the senior citizen look. She knocks tentatively and enters with a slightly hunched, apologetic air -- leaves the door ajar behind her. She looks around, adjusts the blinds to make more light. Gathers magazines into stacks, picking up the one on the floor. She talks softly, as if in deference to people working in nearby offices. MRS. MAY: Were you looking at this one? MARIGOLD: No. Yes. But not now. (Pause.) I didn't expect magazines! (Pause.) Is this a waiting room? Is there an inner office? MRS. MAY: Oh, this is the inner office. I'll take these old ones home... Unless you--? MARIGOLD: No. Thanks. MRS. MAY: This one's recent. (Showing it.) How did they get that? MARIGOLD: Horrible. MRS. MAY: He was right in the fire. Snapping pictures... Look at that. It looks like Iwo Jima, doesn't it, with the flag, only they're being crushed. Pause. MARIGOLD, looking, gasps in polite appreciation. MRS. MAY: Carried by escalators into the flames... (Pause.) Did you see the news on TV when it, after they-- MARIGOLD: Horrible. Wasn't it more than eighty-- MRS. MAY: They were laid out like shish kebab in the parking lot... And it was raining. And the steam was rising off the corpses in the rain. MARIGOLD: I don't remember that. MRS. MAY: Don't you? MARIGOLD: Not -- isn't the sun -- were these pictures taken that day? Because it seems sunny-- MRS. MAY: --it seems sunny-- MARIGOLD: It does. MRS. MAY: I probably misremembered. Every time you turn on the TV. Don't you agree, Ms. Cassandra? All the corpses blur together. (Pause.) I'm sorry-- MARIGOLD: No. I just got startled. My name -- You knew. I didn't think -- Well, perhaps I should ask: Are you (Pause. MRS. MAY is leaning close to her.) Do I -- (MARIGOLD leans back.) -- smell funny? I mean... For instance is my perfume all right? MRS. MAY: Wow. You are nervous! MARIGOLD: They flew me from Dallas. MRS. MAY: It's a hundred and one in Dallas. Already this morning! MARIGOLD: That's -- I mean, I can believe it. It's terrible there. Really hot. All the time. (Pause.) Was it a special news item? Or do you -- you know, maybe you have some relatives -- (MRS. MAY is fanning the air in front of her face.) Are you sure you don't -- if you whiff sort of -- (MARIGOLD turns away, finds her breath mist.) MRS. MAY (Standing, arranging things on the desk): Yes. (Pause.) It was a special news item. Hottest place in the USA. Hotter than Phoenix. Hotter than Yuma. Oh, they'll catch up by noon. They're in the desert and the temperature drops off when the sun goes down. But Dallas didn't cool off at all last night... It's down around ninety here in Houston. Meanwhile, MARIGOLD inhales a puff of freshener, gets the device back in her purse, turns to find MRS. MAY seated comfortably behind the desk. MARIGOLD: When do you think-- Pause. MARIGOLD's jaw drops. Pause. MARIGOLD: I feel like my plane crashed and I'm dead. Pause. MRS. MAY: I'm sorry... Were you about to ask--? Pause. MARIGOLD: I was about to ask when you thought you'd get here. MRS. MAY: But I'm here. Pause. MARIGOLD: I know. How do you do, Mrs. May? MRS. MAY gestures. MARIGOLD sits in the chair before the desk. Pause. MRS. MAY: I do smell liquor. Is it you? MARIGOLD: No. Of course not. Pause. MARIGOLD: It's probably just mouthwash. Pause. MARIGOLD opens her mouth to speak, changes her mind. Pause. MRS. MAY: Were you about to speak? MARIGOLD: Yes. Pause. MRS. MAY: And...? MARIGOLD: I thought better of it. Pause. MRS. MAY: Marigold? MARIGOLD: Yes. MRS. MAY: May I call you Marigold? MARIGOLD: Certainly, I like my name. Please do. MRS. MAY: Marigold... Pause. Would you like to begin by making a statement in your own words? MARIGOLD: I'm sorry, no. MRS. MAY: All right. MARIGOLD: I'm happy to address any questions I can answer briefly. I'm completely new to this -- procedure. I have no idea what the procedure is or even if this is, I mean actually, a procedure, something with a pre-set... I'll tell you this much. I found myself on the merry-go-round where the... Shoppers Two Plays by Denis Johnson . Copyright © by Denis Johnson. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold. Excerpted from Shoppers by Denis Johnson All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. 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