STOP KISS sana Ise i? ‘CALLIE: I never laid on i before. sana It's comfortable. ‘CALLE: Igor it secondhand, sana: Really? Ccatute: A hundred and fifty bucks. sana: Thats cheap. ‘cat: It's comfortable. Pause, SARA: Are your feet hot? (cate: What? ‘SARA: My feet get hot when I sleep. ‘CALLIE: Even in winter? sana: Yeah, ‘CALLE: Take them out. ‘ana: usually move the shee so that it goes the other way, you know, the short way— ‘CALLE: OK. Sara gets up and turns the sheet around so that both pairs of fet are exposed. She lies back down. Pause. you see him? ‘caLtiz: Who? sana: Caesar, cate: Nor yet, ‘They both lie there staring atthe cling. After a while— ‘cattit: Huh? (Pause) Ace you asleep? (No response. Callie turns and looks at Sara) ‘You're not asleep already, are you? ‘No response. Callie draws her fet under the covers and turns her back to Sara. Sara ‘opens her eyes. Scene 8 Callie’ apartment. There i loud banging on her door. Callie enters from her bedroom ‘wearing pajamas. She looks through the peephole. ‘CALLIE: Alright George, I hear you! She unlocks the door and opens it. George bursts in wearing bis bartender uniform. ‘Georce: How long have you been home? ‘cat: Lower your voice. ‘ceonce: Why didn’t you answer your phone? ‘CALE: I don't know. ‘GEORGE: You wanna know how fucked-up and worried about you everyone is right now? ccatutt: No, ‘Geonce: You wanna know how I heard? ‘CALLE: No. ‘GeoRGE: You wanna know exactly what dink Iwas making at the moment I heard ae ene eee — SS es ay ataga your name on the goddamn TV? ‘CALLE: No, I don't. (GEORGE: Dirty martini. TV's on in the back- jground. {hear about this gay bashing, ewo women attacked and Isort of pay attention, ‘not really. 'm making his din and thinking about how I gorta run downstairs and get some more peanuts. And then I feel my cars close and my face ges all ho, lke Lust swallowed a mouthful of hot peppers. So 1 turn to the TV but-now they're talking about some apartment fire. So, I switch the channel and they're us staring the story. Gay bashing. Woman in a coma. Callie Pax. ‘CALLE: I'm not in a coma. ‘Georce: What? ‘CALLIE: Sarasin a coma, ‘czonce: How do I know that? ‘CALLE: What was I— ‘ceonce: How do I know anything but what {see on the goddamn — ‘cau: What did you want—me to call you from the hospital? ‘ozonce: Yes! Ccatite: What would I say? On a pay phone. In the hospital. Sara lying in room swollen and blue face cracked open, knocked out, ‘not responding to anything but the barest reflex—allbeeause..because— ‘ceoRce: Come and get me. That's what youcould've sa Pause. ‘GEORGE: Are you hure? Callie does not respond. ‘GEORGE: Did a doctor look a you? ‘cau: Sara's ust. ‘GEORGE: Nothing happened to you? Callie doesnot respond. He walks towerd ber, she walks away. ‘ceORcE: Calli ccattie: There's nothing co see. Pause. ‘GzORGE: Do you want me to call anyone? CCALLIE: No. Slight pause. Georce: Do you want me to spend the son ‘ctonce: Do you want me to go? Slight pause. CCALLIE: No, Pause. CCALLIE: George, do you remember the first time we kissed? ‘ceonce (Thinks about it): No. ‘CALLIE: Me either. Peuse ‘CALLE: You know, I would stand here atthe door with Sara and say, “Good night,” “Take care,” “See ya tomorrow,” “Get hhome safe..." —When what I relly wanced +0 do was plant her a big, fat, wet one. Square on the lips. Nothing confusing about it. She wouldn't have to think, Maybe Callie ‘meant to kiss me on the cheek and...missed, ‘You know, just right there, Not between feiends. Not a friendly kiss, at all. Bigger. So she'd know. She'd know fo sure. That I was answering her. Sara is always asking me, “What do you want, Calle?” And finaly, 1 let her know. I answered, Scene 9 Calli's apartment. Callie walks in from the Aitchen carrying a roasting pan in tivo mit- tened hands. She pulls the top off and rears her head back as the smell assaults her She reaches in and pulls outa drumstck it's fos- silized. She bonks it on the table, it sounds like a baseball bat. There's a knock on the door—Callie starts She looks out the peep- ‘hole and sees Sara. She hurries to bide the roasting pan and al signs of cooking, She ‘opens the door and Sara steps in. sana: The kids talked about you the rest of the day, you were hilarious, ‘CALL (Shady): How'd you get in? sana: Huh? Oh, there was this woman with « baby carriage. I held the door for her then squeezed in behind her. It smell ike something in here. ‘CALLE: Like what? sana: Like someone vomited in sawdust. ‘Oh—I brought you this— (She hands her a bottle of wine) For coming in and talking to the kids Callie silently takes it and sets it down, (CALLE: Ie’ a lite early for me, sara: Ie's..almos six ‘catttt: Go ahead, you have some. sara: Don’t open ie for me.