JORDANA: When does your
mom get here?
MAXIE: Should be
later tonight. I have to leave the
reception and go pick her up.
JORDANA: Did she tell
your Dad yet?
MAXIE: No, he couldn’t
take it. He’s not good with people who
are sick.
JORDANA: But she told
you?
MAXIE: I’m great with
illness. I’m, like, the best at handling
awful stuff.
JORDANA: Too bad you
can’t make a living doing that.
MAXIE: I know,
right? Just have people tell you bad
news all day and not even flinch?
JORDANA: Does your
Mom know about Raleigh?
(A
beat.)
Oh come on, Maxie.
MAXIE: What was I
supposed to do? Say ‘Mom, I’m sorry you
might die. By the way, I’m moving?’
JORDANA: She might
die?
MAXIE: I told you it
was serious.
JORDANA: You didn’t
tell me it was that serious.
MAXIE: Serious,
medically speaking, is death.
JORDANA: Or, like,
paralysis.
MAXIE: Yeah,
paralysis too. But I don’t think that’s
going to be a problem. I think she just
might die.
JORDANA: So is
Raleigh not going to happen now?
MAXIE: Would it kill
you to wait a little while?
JORDANA: I’ve been
waiting. We were supposed to do this
together. We were supposed to be, like,
a team about this.
MAXIE: Why don’t you
go down there and set stuff up—
JORDANA: No, no,
no. I am not doing all the work so you
can come sliding in and—
MAXIE: Sliding
in? We’re doing baseball metaphors now?
JORDANA:
(Over-lapping.) --Or bail on me
completely.
MAXIE: I wouldn’t
bail.
JORDANA: You bailed
on New York. I had to come all the way
back.
MAXIE: You didn’t
have to do anything. We’re just friends,
we’re not married.
JORDANA: We’re best
friends. And I…You know it’s not easy
for me to just…
MAXIE: I know, but…
(A
beat.)
JORDANA: Do you not want
to do it?
MAXIE: Oh no, I’m
dying to move to Raleigh. I can hardly
wait.
JORDANA: What is your
problem?
MAXIE: Why Raleigh?
JORDANA: Raleigh is,
like, the new place. It’s, like, the new
Manhattan.
MAXIE: I’m sorry, but
I highly doubt that the new Manhattan is located in North Carolina.
JORDANA: It’s, like,
the Manhattan of the South.
MAXIE: North Carolina
is not the South. That’s why it’s North
Carolina.
JORDANA: I think it’s
still the South.
MAXIE: And I think
the Manhattan of the South would still suck pretty hard and be nothing like the
real Manhattan.
JORDANA: Well you
were too scared to move to Manhattan so—
MAXIE: My Mom is
moving back. And she’s sick. And she’s going to need me.
JORDANA: And I need
you.
MAXIE: Jordana, do
you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds when you’re comparing how much you
need me—
JORDANA: Nobody was
comparing.
MAXIE:
(Over-lapping) --To my dying
mother?
JORDANA: Who you
haven’t even seen in—
MAXIE: They were
exiled. I wasn’t. And they wanted me to go to school here.
JORDANA: You hated
Indianapolis. You hate any place that
isn’t Rhode Island.
MAXIE: I just think…Rhode
Island is fine. Like, there’s nothing wrong
with it.
JORDANA: Nothing
wrong with it?
MAXIE: Devil you
know, okay? I don’t know the devils of
Raleigh. They could be really bad
devils.
JORDANA: I can’t stay
here.
MAXIE: Just give me
some time.
JORDANA: I hate that
I’m not enough to move for. When you
were dating Rob, and he wanted to move to Pittsburgh, you were ready to up and
go, but your best friend—your lifelong best friend—
MAXIE: Jordana—
JORDANA: --Asks you
to move and it’s like ‘Oh, we’re not married.’
As if romantic relationships are the only kinds of relationships you
sacrifice for. Society is so messed up.
(A
beat.)
MAXIE: Rob asked me
to marry him.
(A
second.)
JORDANA: What?
MAXIE: Yeah.
JORDANA: You didn’t—
MAXIE: I said ‘No.’
JORDANA: Why?
MAXIE: You.
JORDANA: Me.
MAXIE: Yeah.
JORDANA: Because he
didn’t—
MAXIE: Yup.
JORDANA: Oh.
MAXIE: Yeah.
JORDANA: I…
MAXIE: It’s
okay. It’s not meant to, like—
JORDANA: No, I know.
MAXIE: But,
yeah. Just…so you know.
(A
beat.)
JORDANA: I’m never
getting married.
MAXIE: You don’t know
that.
JORDANA: I think
every man I meet is secretly a cross-dresser.
MAXIE: Specifically a
cross-dresser?
JORDANA: Yeah, my
first boyfriend was, and now—
MAXIE: Scotty?
JORDANA: Yeah.
MAXIE: You didn’t
tell me.
JORDANA: I was
embarrassed.
MAXIE: It’s nothing
to be embarrassed about.
JORDANA: I walked in
on him, like, with my bra on.
MAXIE: Oh my God.
JORDANA: I know.
MAXIE: Was he--?
JORDANA: No, he liked
girls. He just liked, you know—
MAXIE: Well, it’s not
the worst thing in the world.
JORDANA: He also
called me stupid.
MAXIE: Oh.
JORDANA: Like a
lot. Like all the time.
MAXIE: You never told
me any of this.
JORDANA: I guess there’s
a lot we don’t tell each other.
MAXIE: Yeah, I guess.
(A
beat.)
JORDANA: Eventually
there’s going to come a point where I have to leave no matter what. And I’m scared that once I do, you and I won’t
be friends anymore.
MAXIE: I’m scared I
won’t be able to go with you when you go, and then…Yeah, same thing.
JORDANA: I think we’re
stuck in this, like—realization that we might not be able to split up and still
be close. I mean, I’d call you and stuff
but—
MAXIE: Marriages can’t
take long distance sometimes. I mean…you’re
like my sister, but…is this stronger than a marriage?
(They
look at each other.)
I’d miss the shit out of you.
JORDANA: Me too.
MAXIE: So maybe that’s
enough?
JORDANA: Maybe.
(A
beat.)
Yeah, maybe.
(Lights.)
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