EASTER SUNDAY

 

 

CHARACTERS

 

MATT: middle-aged man, 40-50, HELEN’s younger brother

HELEN: middle-aged woman, 45-55, sister to MATT

 

SETTING

A sitting room in an assisted-living center. Time, the present, late afternoon.

 

 

 

PUBLICATION

 

The Ponder Review, Spring 2022 (6, no. 1)

 

 

PRODUCTION

 

Staged Reading, Reader’s Theatre, Northport Players. Northport NY, Oct. 16, 2023; radio adaptation broadcast by the Yeppoon Little Theatre, Queensland, AUS, Oct. 20, 2022, on KeppelFM 91.3; produced by Theatre One Productions at the Alley Theatre, Middleboro, MA, for the Slice-of-Life New Works Play Festival, June 17 and 18, 2011

           


ACT ONE     

(A table, downstage center. On one side sits HELEN, facing the audience. She’s a middle-aged woman, wearing casual clothes meant to be comfortable. An empty chair is positioned on the other side of the table.

Enter MATT from upstage. He’s wearing a business suit, slightly disheveled, as if he’s just disembarked from a long flight. He’s carrying a cup of coffee and stops behind the empty chair. HELEN looks up towards him, as if expecting him to apologize for something.)

 

                                                                        MATT

Can I get you a cup of coffee, Sis? There’s a full pot in the dispensary.

 

HELEN

It’s not a dispensary, Matt. It’s a kitchen. They like to make you think you’re at home here.

                                                                        MATT

Can I get you a cup? It smells like it’s been freshly made.

                                                                       HELEN

No thanks. I’ve got a sour enough taste in my mouth.

                                                                        MATT

A glass of water, then?

                                                                       HELEN

I’m perfectly capable of getting myself a glass of water if I want one.

 

                                                                        MATT

Ok, ok. But you won’t mind if I sit down, will you?

                                                                       HELEN

Not at all. Be my guest.                                       

(MATT sits down in the empty chair, facing the audience. He begins to sip his coffee.)

 

                                                                        MATT

You were right. Mom looked just awful. I hardly recognized her.

                                                                       HELEN

It’s been terrible these last few days. You have no idea what it was like. I wasn’t ready for it to happen so quickly. So much all at once . . .

 

                                                                        MATT

Well, at least that was a blessing in disguise.

                                                                       HELEN

A blessing?

                                                                         MATT

. . . in disguise. It’s an expression. Remember, it could’ve been long and lingering, like Dad’s.

                                                                       HELEN

You missed that one, too, didn’t you?

                                                                        MATT

Look, Sis, I came as soon as I could. When you called on Friday . . .

                                                                       HELEN

I called you first on Wednesday. Wednesday, if I recall correctly.

                                                                        MATT

Right, but then she began to improve. Or at least, she wasn’t getting any worse, and . . .

 

                                                                       HELEN

Who told you that?

MATT

The head nurse here. You know I’ve been in contact with her, and she knows to keep me informed.

HELEN

Oh, so I guess my opinion wasn’t good enough for you?

 

MATT

She told me her blood pressure was stabilizing, tests were inconclusive. . .

 

 

HELEN

Did she also tell you she hadn’t eaten a thing for two days and was becoming more and more incoherent? No, that you heard from me.

 

MATT

Just like in January when I flew in on the redeye, and then found her eating ice cream in the dispens . . . in the kitchen, as happy as a clam, and the time before when . . .

 

HELEN

For two days! They alerted the hospice people on Wednesday. She could hardly even drink a

glass of water! I told you that on Wednesday. Wasn’t that enough?

 

MATT

Look, the nurse said . . .

HELEN

The nurse? Who knows better than me?

 

                                                                        MATT

You do exaggerate at times.

                                                                       HELEN

Well, I guess I wasn’t exaggerating this time, was I?

                                                                         MATT

What I meant was, you’ve always been too close. Nurses have a sort of professional distance.

                                                                       HELEN

Distance? I could see why that would appeal to you.

                                                                        MATT

Look, Sis . . .

                                                                       HELEN

Too close, right? That’s right, what would I know? After all, I was here all of three, four times a week this last month. That sure could wreak havoc on anyone’s objectivity. Way too close! And then seeing that she always had the right clothes, clean underwear. Her makeup, too, and the hairdresser, and the monthly dental appointments, and, oh yes, those late-night hospital emergencies. Much too close. And if she was up to it, dinners out on Sundays, and Mother’s Day—now that was a real disaster—and Thanksgiving . . .

 

 

                                                                        MATT

I was here Christmas.

                                                                       HELEN

Right. Just under the wire to keep your average up to two visits a year . . .

                                                                         MATT

Look, Sis, it’s a long flight . . .

                                                                       HELEN

Four hours and forty-five minutes to be exact. You keep reminding me. And expensive, too. Six hundred and thirty-five dollars. That was Christmas, wasn’t it?

 

                                                                        MATT

Closer to a thousand this time. When it’s the last minute . . .           

                                                                       HELEN

And how much for the rental car? Thirty-five a day?

 

                                                                        MATT

Forty-five. Like I said, when it’s the last minute.

                                                                       HELEN

And still you couldn’t get here on time.

                                                                         MATT

Look, I came as soon as I could. When you called on Friday . . .

                                                                       HELEN

And you were dead sure I wasn’t exaggerating. And even then, you waited until today. Sunday afternoon.

 

                                                                        MATT

It’s Easter weekend, for God’s sakes. It wasn’t easy finding a flight. Sunday morning was the best I could do, and even then I had to get up at four a.m.

 

                                                                       HELEN

There were three flights Saturday.

 

 

                                                                        MATT

You checked?

                                                                       HELEN

United, American Airlines. You want their numbers?

                                                                         MATT

Those were all morning flights, right? I told you over the phone we had an emergency budget meeting Saturday morning. I had to be there. It was a crisis. And there were no flights open after two p.m.

                                                                       HELEN

An emergency? A crisis?

 

                                                                        MATT

That’s right. We didn’t get approval for our budget. We had to redo it. I didn’t have a choice.

                                                                       HELEN

We always have choices, Matt. It’s just that some are harder to make than others. Pity you won’t get a second chance on this one.

                                                                        MATT

Look, Helen, I’m sorry. I . . .

                                                                       HELEN

I’m not the one you need to apologize to. . . . Oh, Matt, she wanted so much to see you. She was so desperate, as if she knew it would be the last time, as if she was holding on ‘til you got here. She just wouldn’t let go. Even when she fell into that coma, she was still struggling so . . .

 

                                                                         MATT

Coma? What coma? Nobody said anything about a coma. When did that happen?

                                                                       HELEN

Early Saturday morning. I went out for some fresh air and breakfast, and when I returned . . .

 

                                                                        MATT

So, I guess it wouldn’t have made much of a difference if I’d flown in yesterday, right?

                                                                       HELEN

She was in and out of it. She was struggling so hard against the pain at the end. It was awful, twisting and moaning as if the bed were on fire, and when they tried to change her position it just kept on getting worse, so bad they doubled the morphine . . .

 

 

                                                                        MATT

Morphine? Morphine and a coma?

                                                                       HELEN

She would’ve known you were here. I’m sure of it. Sometimes, yesterday, this morning, I could feel her pressing my hand. And then the expression on her face would soften, and I could see the recognition in her eyes. I’m sure of it, and I’m sure I heard her saying my name a couple of times, and yours, too. She was holding on, just waiting for you to get here so she could say good-bye. So she could let go.

 

                                                                         MATT

You think so? Above the coma? Above the morphine?

                                                                       HELEN

I know so. I’m sure of it.

 

                                                                        MATT

Well, at least she had time enough to say good-bye to you, and apparently that was sufficient.

                                                                     (He rises from the chair.)

I’d like to go back to her room one last time. I’d like to hold her hand for awhile. To say good-bye in my own way. Who knows? Maybe she’s still around, still waiting for me. Above death. After all, if she could overcome coma and a double dose of morphine . . . Do you want to come?

 

                                                                       HELEN

No. I’ve seen enough these last few days. I don’t want to remember her like that.

                                                                         MATT

Ok. I won’t be long. And then we’ll go back to the house. We’ve got a lot to take care of. We should get started. We’ll need to make lots of calls. We should make a list.

 

                                                                       HELEN

A list?

 

                                                                        MATT

Sure. Relatives, our friends need to be informed. I’ve got to call Carol, make arrangements for her. And then there’s the lawyer, the estate. . . and then the funeral, the obituaries, I can’t even begin to enumerate. . .

 

                                                                       HELEN

I don’t want to think about all that now.

 

                                                                        MATT

That’s exactly what we should be thinking about now. That’s what it’s all for, all those details and rituals, and friends and relatives. All those things to do. Bury yourself in the details so you can forget about all this. It’s all part of the grieving process. A process, to help us get back to our normal lives and get over all the . . . unpleasantness. So, we’ll go back to your house and do what needs to be done.

 

                                                                       HELEN

What needs to be done. Ok, you hold Mom’s cold hand for as long as you like, and I’ll wait for you here. I’ve got to pick up the kids first, and then we’ll go back home and make a list of all those things and do what needs to be done, and when it’s all done with, we’ll do our best to get over all the . . . unpleasantness. Just like you said.

 

                                                                         MATT

That’s right. We’ll do our best. We’ll do what we can to remember the good and forget the rest. Ok?      

 

(MATT waits a moment for an answer, and when he doesn’t receive one, he finishes his coffee and exits upstage.)

 

                                                                       HELEN

But I won’t forget. No, I’ll never forget. . . .

 

(Pauses a bit, and then quietly, but with assurance in her voice.)

 

And I don’t think you will either. . . . No, you won’t . . . . I’ll see to that.

 

                                                                                                Blackout.