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| Snowbound and Outbound - PAGE 3 AMY. I just turned sixteen MARK. Well, then why don�t you go to� CLAIRE. Oh! Good heavens, I�m glad I�m not your mother! That�s worse than a boy turning twelve! CINDY. I hated being sixteen. It was so hard. WILL. I thought you guys said being a kid was easy. CINDY. Twelve was easy. Sixteen was a nightmare. AMY. I don�t think it�s so bad. I like being sixteen�(Looks as if she�s thinking about something. Looks at Carl as if to change the subject). What�s your name? (Pause. No response) How was your Thanksgiving? CARL. (After sitting quietly for the whole scene, speaks in a thick German accent). How was my Thanksgiving? How was my Thanksgiving? What kind of question is that? Look at me. (He looks down at his tattered clothes) Look at me. How do you think my thanksgiving was? I ate a dry piece of turkey at a Catholic mission with a roomful of crazy people that haven�t taken a bath in many days. How do you think my Thanksgiving was? Look at you. Look at you, with your nice clothes and your nice clean shoes, with your nice house. How can you ask me a question like that? And please don�t ask me your question of why am I thankful, because I am not. I can�t be thankful because I have�there is nothing for being thankful. I don�t have anything. When I lived in Germany, do you know what I did? I had a shop. People would come in and buy things. They would say, �Good morning Carl. I would like the box of soap, please.� And I would give them the soap, and they would give me money and say. �Thank you, Carl, I will see you tomorrow.� And, you know in Germany, it is not like in the United States, where �the customer is always right," and the people come in and yell at the clerk in the store. In Germany, a man who has a shop is respected, because he is providing something for the people. He is bringing them things to live and to enjoy. I was respected. Then�then, re-unification. I lose my shop. Everything, money, people, everything was crazy. I lost everything. So I come to the land of opportunity. This is my opportunity. This is what I have come from running my fathers� store and his father�s store. I was a respected man. Now, when people look at me, there is no �Good morning CARL.� All there is to see is an old, crazy bum. Just an old bum. So don�t ask me why I should be thankful, because I am not. You are young; you have your whole life ahead of you. You can do anything you want because there is time. There is no more time for me. I�m too tired. I�m tired of trying. So now, please leave me alone. I would appreciate if you don�t speak to me with your silly singing and your silly questions. I don�t care and I want to be left alone. AMY. (Pause) Okay. (Not sure what to do. But she doesn�t like the silence)Um, if anyone�s hungry, I�ve got a candy bar. I don�t think I want it. WILL. I�ll take it. AMY. (looks at Carl to see if he wants it. No response. Turns to Will) Here you go. WILL. Thanks. (Looks at her hat) Are you from Milwaukee? AMY. No. Why? WILL. You got a Brewer�s hat on. I guess you�re just a fan, huh? AMY. Not really. I just have a lot of hats. I wear hats all the time, so I collect them. WILL. How come you always wear hats? AMY. Chemotherapy makes your hair fall out WILL. Chemotherapy? |