By Lauren Davies and Georgia Davies

1. 01. SCENE – MONOLOUGE
MAYA: (OLDER VOICE,REFLECTIVE) “Gluttonous”and“greedy”negativelydescribe
the heartyeaterofferedthe seductionof herfavorite food.Unfortunately,Icould
not describe myself inthe same wayinthe face of Mrs Jefferson’sculinaryexploits.
One dishinparticularfeaturesprominentlyinmytastebuds’memoryfor allthe
wrongreasons.
02. SCENE – CHEZ JEFFERSON
F/X: PAN HITTING STOVE, WATER BUBBLING,
LOW VOLUME SOUL MUSIC IN BACKGROUND.
M. JEFFERSON:(OLDERVOICE,WARM) I’mcookingspaghetti againtonight.Isthat
alrightwithyou, dear?
MAYA: (YOUNG,APPRECIATIVE) Of course!Thankyou forhavingme,Mrs Jefferson.
You reallydidn’tneedto.
MJ: Will Guy be joiningustonight,Maya?
MAYA: I’mafraidnot. There’ssomethingreal importantthatIneedtotalk to you
about.
F/X: SHOES HITTING FLOOR, GRADUALLY GETTING LOUDER. CHAIR LEGS SCRAPE
THE FLOOR, SOUND OF MJ SITTING DOWN.
MAYA: (LOWER tonedvoice,CLOSE) Guywantsto go to the amusementparkjustoff
the interstate.He doesn’tknow whyhe can’t.We bothknow why he can’t.
03. SCENE – MONOLOUGE
MAYA: In myneighbourhoodthe relationshipwiththe whitesisn’tgreat…butitisn’t
as bad as it couldbe.The carnival has alwaysbeenawhite-onlyattraction,butGuy
doesn’t,wouldn’tunderstandwhyhe’dbe targetedfordoingsomethingasinnocent
as goingto a carnival,justbecause of the colourof hisskin.Idon’tknow how to tell
it to him.It’ll breakmyheart,as well ashis…
04. SCENE – CHEZ JEFFERSON
F/X: UNUSUAL SILENCE. RADIO MUSIC HAS BEEN TURNED OFF. MINIMAL
MOVEMENT.
MJ: I rememberwhenIhadthe verysame conversationwithmybabies.Anyway
yougo about it,it’sgonnahurt. Anyway youtry approach thissubject,theyaren’t
gonnaforgetit.I sayquickand fast,like aband-aid.
MAYA: (UNCERTAIN) Idon’tknow about that. He’sstill soyoung!That kindof thing
can stickwithsomeone fora longtime.If mymotherwere tellinghim, she’dget
straightto the point.
MAYA: (MUMBLES AS IF TALKINGTO HERSELF) Well, I’mnevergoingtobe her.Being
admiredbynot justthe blackcommunity,butthe white one tooisa little onthe
strange side.

2. MJ: It’s notreallymyplace to say anything.You’re hismother,notme.Dowhat you
wish,honey,because amotherknowsbestfortheirchildren.Whenisthiscarnival
Guy wantsto go to, anyway?
MAYA: Saturdaynight,three daysfromnow.I needtodo it soon,the more he gets
excited,the worse it’ll be forthe bothof us.
MJ: (SOFT,MOTHERLY) Go now then!AndI will see youtomorrow.Ishouldhave
some leftoverspaghetti fromtonightsowe canhave it again,if you’dlike?
F/X: SURPRISED-SURPRESSED LAUGHTER FROM MAYA. CHAIR SCRAPES FLOOR,
FOOTSTEPS GRADUALLY GET QUIETER.