SCENE 3
Morning outside the house. MARC is huddled on the ground underneath of the bay window and facing the audience. SARAH is seen walking around inside the house getting ready for work. She exits the house and while locking the door MARC reaches up to her.
MARC: Sarah...
SARAH: {a little startled then angry} What're you doing out here? Did you sleep there?
MARC: I didn't know where to go.
SARAH: What do you mean?
MARC: I didn't know where I lived any more.
SARAH: What are you talking about? You live here. Don't you have the key?
MARC: What key?
SARAH: The house key? This is your house too ya know.
MARC: It is?
SARAH: Of course it is! We've been married for three years.
MARC: {pause} Why are you doing this to me?
SARAH: What are you talking about? Look, Where did I get this ring if we weren't married.
MARC: ..You told me I was married to Barb.
SARAH: Barb who?
MARC: I Don't know.
SARAH: Why would I say that?
MARC: I don't know but that's what you told me yesterday.
SARAH: You've been in London all week...I haven't seen you since Sunday.
MARC: NO! I was here, Dammit! I talked to you and you were talking nonsense about me being married to someone named Barb.
SARAH: Why would I say something like that?
MARC: ..I don't know...SAMMY!...What about Sammy?
SARAH: Who's Sammy?
MARC: My son.
SARAH: What the hell are you talking about? You don't have a son!
MARC: You told me I had a son by a woman named Barb.
SARAH: {calmly} I don't think so. {pause} Are you okay?
MARC: No! I'm not okay! I don't know what the hell is going on!
SARAH: Calm down, honey.
MARC: No, I want to know what's happening to me!
SARAH: I don't know! Now calm down! {pause} Let's go inside and get you warmed up. It's freezing out here.
MARC: {breathing heavily} Okay, Okay, Okay...
{They enter the house and the facade splits to reveal the interior. SARAH exits to the kitchen.}
SARAH: {offstage} Why don't you turn on the radio?
MARC: To what? That jazzy thing?
SARAH: Yeah, that should be relaxing.
{MARC sits in the chair and begins fiddling with the radio. A soft boppy jazz (Red Bats With Teeth) comes on the radio, it builds to a frenzy and he hurriedly turns it off. SARAH enters with a tea kettle and cups.}
SARAH: Why'd you turn it off? That sounded good.
MARC: Are you kidding? That was lunacy!
SARAH: {looks at him pensively} Are you alright, Marc?
MARC: I feel alright, but I...You...you keep saying these things.
{She hands him an empty cup}
MARC: What's this?
SARAH: A cup of hot tea.
MARC: {looking into the mouth of the glass} There's nothing in it.
SARAH: Yes there is.
MARC: {holding it upside-down} No. There's nothing in this cup.
SARAH: Stop acting crazy Marc.
MARC: I'm not acting crazy! There is nothing in this glass, That music was....weird, and...we're not married.
SARAH: Wait. Where did that last bit come from?
MARC: We're not married yet.
SARAH: What do you mean?
MARC: I mean , I just proposed to you yesterday.
SARAH: Awww, It may feel like that, but time's moved on honey.
MARC: NO!! It's not just some nostalgic feeling. I'm telling you! I know what I did, and I proposed to you yesterday.
SARAH: We went to the company picnic yesterday.
MARC: Don't say that! {pause} You said I was in London all week.
SARAH: What about our wedding day? Bob and Carol and Mom and Dad and Ted and Alice...don't you remember any of it?
MARC: IT NEVER HAPPENED! Quit lying to me!
SARAH: I'm NOT lying to you! You just don't remember.
MARC: I'm not remembering, because it never happened. I'm telling you! {pause, thinking, turns away, turns back to face her} Are you doing this on purpose?
SARAH: What?
MARC: Don't give me that "what" business. Are you trying to drive me crazy?
SARAH: Calm down.
MARC: No. I'm leaving...I've got to figure this out.
SARAH: Sure, take your time.
{MARC stands up and begins to walk out the door. SARAH exits to kitchen with tray. Rear wall splits. Enter the MASTER. MARC turns to him.}
MARC: Who are you? What do you want from me?
{short pause}
MASTER: Welcome.
{Scene darkens immediately. Sound of gate slamming shut. Sound of gate opening.}