The Call

Telephone ringing incessantly. Finally, someone picks it up but says nothing.

“Hello?”

No reply yet. He persists:

“Hello, Mary….is that you?”

“There's no Mary here”. She hangs up.

He calls again, sounding more relaxed now:

Silence again.

“Mary, it’s me, Don”.

“Fuck you, Don, my name is Caroline. Mary’s dead”.

“You’re stoned Mary, you said…..”

“Fuck what I said, you viggo!”.

He sighs. She’d crossed a line but didn’t realise…

“Look, I’m not, okay? I’m just trying to be clean and keep you…”

“Don't fucking "keep-me", OK?”

“Look, Mary, I just…”

“I’M CAROLINE!”, she shouts, “Did you hear me? CAR-OL-INE!”

“That’s your hooker-name….are you on the game again?”

“FUCK YOU, YOU BASTARD!, YOU FUCKING PIG…. YOU…YOU…”

He sighs. She starts crying….silently initially….but then getting louder and louder….”

“It’s okay Mary, I’m here….I’m here Babe…”

Breathless crying.

“Look, it’s Saturday night, can I come over?”

“No”. She's crying and sniffling. "I’ve been spaced out for days and I don’t want ya seeing me looking like shit…”

“You don’t look like shit, Babe…you’re my girl, you know that, don’t ya?”

No answer. Crying and sniffling still…

“…and we’ll kick again, Baby, you and me together, you’ll see. So just let me come over…I’ll bring some whites and we can….”

“Fine, but I need some more brown stuff too, ya know?”

“Alright, Babe, for the very last time and we’re all done then, yeah?”

“Yeah, for good…”