Same as before, but dinner has been cleared. Pushed aside, at least. Blankets on the couch. TV turned on.
SHARI sits in a V-neck tee and undies, watching the tube. DARRELL just kicking off his shoes.
DARRELL
—fucking early, huh?
SHARI
Yeah.
DARRELL
Still here, though.
SHARI
Uh-huh. Car wouldn’t start. Rich said he’d look at it in the morning.
DARRELL
Great.
SHARI
—the, uhh, baby’s in your bed. Hope you don’t mind.
DARRELL
Nah.
SHARI
Your mom said it’d be okay.
DARRELL
Yeah. Sleep on the couch or whatever.
(He moves toward the sofa and looks down at SHARI, who just slides a bit down to make room.)
’S that a problem?
SHARI
Well . . . umm, shit.
DARRELL
What?
SHARI
Cammie said I should sleep out here, you know, give the baby some space. He’s been kinda sick.
DARRELL
Oh.
SHARI
And they gotta work tomorrow.
DARRELL
Right.
SHARI
Yeah.
DARRELL
—umm, no, I’ll take a couple cushions, sleep in the kitchen.
SHARI
No, you don’t have to—
DARRELL
Fuck it, it’s sleep, right? All the same to me.
SHARI
Thanks.
DARRELL
’S all right.
SHARI
That’s sweet, Darrell, thanks.
DARRELL
No prob’. I’ll just take ’em off the back there, okay? Leave you the bottom—
SHARI
I appreciate it. Don’t really wanna be in there with the baby, he puked up earlier.
DARRELL
Yeah, I can smell it—
SHARI
Sorry.
DARRELL
Don’t matter. I’ll be in the kitchen . . . smells worse in there!
SHARI laughs lightly as DARRELL smiles at her.
SHARI
Have fun tonight?
DARRELL
’S all right. Saw some guys I know, shit like that.
SHARI
Nice.
DARRELL
Yep. ’Kay, good night—
He almost makes it to the door but SHARI speaks again.
SHARI
Darrell?
DARRELL
Yeah?
SHARI
I ever tell you . . . that I always liked you?
DARRELL
No.
SHARI
I mean, as kids. When we were all living together. Right after they got married.
DARRELL
Really?
SHARI
Yep, I always did. Thought you were really cute and everything, but, you know, brother and sister and all.
DARRELL
Step.
SHARI
True, but, I mean, supposed to be like it. Brother and sister. They wanted us to pretend like we were, right?
DARRELL
I guess.
SHARI
Anyway. I liked you. You were funny and kinda nice so I just liked you.
DARRELL
Huh.
Silence as DARRELL slowly undresses in front of SHARI. Shirt and pants. He stands now in his briefs, looking at her.
SHARI
I told you that before, though, right?
DARRELL
No. You never did.
SHARI
Oh. Well . . . (BEAT) Come ’ere a second.
SHARI motions and DARRELL sits. The baby begins to cry.
DARRELL
What?
SHARI
You’re filling out, huh?
DARRELL
Little.
SHARI
No, you definitely are. Definitely.
DARRELL
We do weights at school sometimes . . . Univesal Gym or whatnot.
SHARI
Looks good. Grown up—
DARRELL
Whatever.
SHARI
Look . . . you don’t have to sleep out there, on the linoleum. ’Cause this pulls out to, like, you know, a Queen.
DARRELL
What, sleep here? Umm—
SHARI
Yes. We could just set it up and—
DARRELL
—nah, I should just—
SHARI
I’m gonna be running back and forth all night, anyway.
DARRELL
Yeah?
SHARI
I mean, listen to ’em! Fuck—
DARRELL
I guess.
SHARI
Just a lot more cozy, that’s all I’m saying.
DARRELL
True.
SHARI
Be like when we were younger, times we’d do blanket forts and shit. We can pretend it’s like one ’a those—
DARRELL
Oh, man, come on!
SHARI
Seriously.
DARRELL
That’s funny, I remember that—
SHARI
With that big flowered comforter out on the porch, ’member? And the dog, that little spaniel thing would come tearing in there and knocking shit over, stepping on our sandwiches and all—
DARRELL
Yeah. (laughs) That was funny—
CAMMIE appears from a hallway, yawning and a bit cross. Long T-shirt on with a tear in it near the belly.
CAMMIE
—fucking crying, huh?
SHARI
Yeah.
CAMMIE
Think you can maybe . . .?
SHARI
Just gonna. Go back in, sorry.
CAMMIE
Coming right through the wall, you know.
SHARI
I’ll get ’em, you guys sleep.
CAMMIE nods and lights up a smoke. Inhales deeply then looks over at DARRELL, who quickly stands.
CAMMIE
Hey. Fuck you still up for?
DARRELL
Just got in.
CAMMIE
Oh. Didn’t know. I mean, standing in your undies there—
DARRELL
Yeah, gonna hit the sack.
SHARI
We were just talking and stuff.
CAMMIE
’Bout what?
SHARI
You know, when we were kids. Shit like that.
CAMMIE
Uh-huh.
SHARI
When we played together, over in that one house, downtown?
CAMMIE
I remember.
DARRELL
We made a tent on the porch. Shari was telling me about it.
CAMMIE
On the porch?
DARRELL
With that flowered throw ’a yours, the big scratchy one off your bed.
CAMMIE
—I don’t recall that. Flowered? No—
DARRELL
We did it, though, a couple times.
SHARI
On the back porch.
CAMMIE
Hmmm. I dunno . . . maybe I was at work or something.
DARRELL
Whatever. No big deal.
CAMMIE takes another puff, motions to SHARI about the crying.
SHARI
I’m going. (BEAT) Hey, Cammie, I was thinking that Darrell could maybe—
CAMMIE
You’re set in the kitchen, right?
DARRELL
Ummm—
CAMMIE
You got the cushions there, so—
DARRELL
—’s fine. Yep.
CAMMIE
Great.
DARRELL
Whatever.
CAMMIE
Good, get going, then. And don’t eat everything, neither. Leave some milk.
DARRELL
’Kay. (BEAT) I was just gonna have some more ’a that salmon, if it’s all right—
CAMMIE
Smart ass.
She goes off to bed. SHARI and DARRELL look at one another.
SHARI
You can sneak back out later, I mean, if you want.
DARRELL
I’ll think about it—
SHARI
Good. ’S a Queen-size, so you know—
DARRELL
Yeah. ’Night.
SHARI
’Night.
DARRELL wanders off with his cushions. The baby cries.