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Garden of Blue Chairs

Characters

Catherine:
Mid-fifties, attractive, no make-up
Becca:
Mid-fifties, Catherine's friend since childhood.
Jessica:
Catherine's daughter, early to mid-thirties
Philip:
Catherine's lover, late fifties, handsome, sensitive
Pauline:
Catherine's aunt, mid- to late seventies, fun

Set

The suggestion of a northern California wine-country landscape, oaks and madrones, blue sky, reddish earth, muted grey-greens of vegetation. Center stage there are two old wooden chairs, slightly different shades of faded-blue.

Production history

Staged reading, Magic Theatre, San Francisco, December 2007.

The Story

Meet Catherine, recently widowed, who’s creating a garden of lavender, rosemary, perovskia, and thyme, plus a scattering of old blue chairs. She’s also having an “affair” (lots of kissing but no sex) with a married man. Having attempted suicide before, the issue of Catherine's survival is never far from the surface, and her quirky, lovely, blossoming relationship with Philip provides a certain hope that she's found a compelling reason to pursue life. But don't try to second-guess Catherine. She's strong, she's willful, she's smart, always surprising, often contradictory, never ever a victim. You've met your match.

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The Dialogue

Philip:
You have everything, you know.
Catherine:
I know…
Philip:
Don't you feel…?
Catherine:
I'm the most undeserving…
Philip:
…blessed, really, you're blessed.
Catherine:
I don't have the usual…
Philip:
Jealousies.
Catherine:
…the usual…
Philip:
…selfish…
Catherine:
I'm the most totally thoroughly disgustingly selfish human…
Philip:
I admire you.
Catherine:
Do know how lovely it is to kill yourself? It's a beautiful…you make a…there's this moment, this decisive… moment when you start to take action and your heart…the first time I did it my heart was pounding like… I was accelerating, driving as fast as…and my heart was bang, bang, bang, unbearable excitement, and then, I just, just drove into the wall, and at the moment when it was inevitable, when the wall was coming at me... it was the most exhilarating, thrilling, blacking out a… [long beat] Pills weren't… there was a moment of a…serenity, a release, a quiet…joy…heart pounding, banging in my head, confusion, it wasn't a…then the nausea, that's the problem, retching, coughing, horrible spinning…[long beat] But, the knife…I loved the knife…I loved holding the knife, turning it over, admiring it, loving it, sliding it along my skin, studying my veins… control, absolute control, complete choice, a rather…artistic way of…and I ran a hot bath, undressed, got in the tub and soaked for a bit, luxuriating in the…and I wasn't afraid, I wasn't upset, my heart was calm steady, and I placed the knife just so against my arm [she demonstrates] …and then I slipped it in quickly…and then pulled the knife slowly….deeply…down the arm all the way to the wrist [she demonstrates, then a beat] It didn't hurt… stung a little, but I wasn't…there wasn't a feeling of sudden…just calm, a detached… tranquil…fascination and sense of overwhelming relief….and blood….[long beat, then turning to him] I’ve been looking for you my whole life.
Philip:
I know.