FullofSecrets

 The last memory Lydia had of her parents took place in a McDonalds. They had just finished eating and Lydia was making her Happy Meal dinosaur do a tap dance. Her mother had smiled, and her father had remained as stony faced as ever. Then, like any other meal, they stood up to leave. Lydia didn’t notice. Her dinosaur was in the middle of its big finale. Her mother had kissed her on the top of her head and whispered something—Lydia didn’t know what. She hadn’t heard over the crowd of the McDonalds, and by the time she thought to turn around and ask, her parents weren’t behind her anymore. At first she didn&rs

(A boy sits on a fence, staring out towards the audience in utter boredom. A shepherd’s crook sits beside him, leaning against the fence.) BOY Sheep… It had to be sheep… It’s not like sheep even do anything… They just stand there, and eat, and are pathetic all the time. (Pause, sighs) Stupid sheep. (GIRL enters, pauses upon seeing BOY. She has dislike on her face as she pauses and tilts her nose to the air. She walks by him haughtily.) BOY That’s right, keep walking. GIRL I will. (Turns back to look at him with a grin.) Because I don’t have to watch the sheep. I can go do whatever I like. BOY

CHARACTERS: BERNICE: a woman in her 50s with a bad leg. LYDIA: a woman in her early 20s who smiles too much. (LYDIA sits at a desk center stage, texting, laughing every so often. An empty chair sits across from her desk at an angle. Another unoccupied desk sits farther stage right. BERNICE enters from stage left, using a cane, and approaches the desk. She stops, waits for LYDIA to notice her, and then out of impatience, raps her cane against the side of the desk. LYDIA looks up in surprise and immediately smiles, speaking with as much enthusiasm as possible.) LYDIA Hello! My name is Lydia and it is my absolute pleasure to help you today.

(MOM enters carrying a ridiculous amount of groceries. She sees STACEY sitting on the couch reading a book, and stops abruptly.) MOM Stacey? (STACEY does not seem to hear her, just stays fixed on her book.) MOM Stacey! (no response) Stacey Louise Finney! STACEY (looking up, clearly startled. Sees MOM and horror dawns on her) Oh no. MOM (Angrily) Oh yes. STACEY Oh God… Mom, I’m so sorry. MOM Tell me you didn’t forget… STACEY Well, I— MOM Stacey? STACEY (Jumps off couch, pausing only long enough to dog-ear the page she was reading and toss the book down on the cushions. She runs to a nearby chair where