SCENE. A living room. MORGAN, Adrienne’s daughter
, marches in, carrying a suitcase.She marches to the center of the room, and thumps it on the ground. She ishaving a tantrum.
MORGAN. Mom? MOM! MOM! Mommy?
I’M LEAVING AND I’M NEVER COMING
DO YOU HEAR ME?
I’M NEVER COMING BACK, YOU’LL
(No answer. She picks up the bag and slams it down for emphasis.)
(IVY enters, wearing little more than a sheet.)
Do you ever wearclothes?IVY. Why are you yelling?
MORGAN. I’m leaving. I’m going to go live
with my dad.IVY. Go unpack.
You’re not going anywhere.
I’m tired of this! I’m running away. You
can tell my mom that
I can’t live
here anymore.IVY. Ad
rienne! Morgan’s acting like a spoiled l
ittle brat again!MORGAN. Did you just tattle on me?
(ADRIENNE enters. She sees the suitcase and sighs.)
ADRIENNE. Morgan, again?MORGAN
. I can’t live with that bitch!
ADRIENNE. Watch your language.MORGAN.
It’s not like she’s my mother.
IVY. Do you think I could’ve gotten that big head out? I don’t think so.
At least I’m not a two
-dollar whore.ADRIENNE. Morgan Grace! Watch your tongue!MORGAN.
Mom, I’m leaving! You can’t stop me. I’m going to go live with
my dad!IVY. Your dad was a sperm donor, you halfwit.MORGAN. It would still be better than living with you! Dad would let me doanything I wanted! Dad would let me go out for ballet. And dad would let mego on dates with Ryan Hartley. And dad would let me go see One Direction inconcert in England.
And dad would…ADRIENNE. Morgan, please, I don’t have the strength for this tonight. I’ve already
worked a 12-hour day, and I just want to take a nap. Please. Can I do that?