By Holly Georgious

A play stemmed from boredom

Mary:

I think I know.

Tom:

You do?

Mary:

Yes, I think I’ve always known really.

                                                                      Tom:

Yes ,Yes I suspect you have. (Pauses)

Do you think Jerry knows ?

Mary:

I have no idea what Jerry does and doesn’t no anymore. (Mary goes over to the sink and starts doing the dishes.)

I imagen so, there is very little that man doesn’t know.

Tom: 

Quite. Do u think we should tell him?

Mary:

We?

(Jerry walks in. Tom looks startled. Jerry puts his brief case on the floor kisses his wife on the forehead and sits at the table. It takes a while for him to notice Tom.)

Jerry:

Tom, isn’t this a nice surprise. What are you doing here? (Jerry goes over and hugs Tom.)

Tom:

I er, came to discuss a business proposition with you. But as you weren’t in your wife very kindly offered to make me some tea while I waited.

Jerry:

(Makes approving noise.)

I do hope she kept you entertained in my absence. 

Tom:

(Tom and Jerry sit at table)

That she did a very good host your wife.

Jerry:

Yes she dose have her uses.

Mary:

(Mary brings over the tea and places it on the table)

Thank you Tom, that’s very kind of you. 

Tom:

Won’t you join us?

Jerry:

No I’m sure my wife has much better things to do then listen to two old friends jab on about business. 

Mary:

Indeed.

(Mary turns to leave the room.)

Ow and Tom, that last idea we we’re discussing, there’s no need to bore my husband with it quite yet. Perhaps wait till you have thought it through a little more. 

(Tom and Mary lock eyes, there gaze is held for a moment before Tom nods in accoutrement. Mary Exits)

Jerry:

What is she talking about?

Tom:

Ow nothing, just some silly idea of mine.

Jerry:

Not one of those again. Tom I told you, if this concerns signing Paul and his bunch of impotent fuckwits then you can think again.

Tom:

No, it wasn’t that. Not this time.

Jerry:

Ow. You sounds almost serious, is everything ok?

Tom:

Ow yes, yes everything’s fine all chap. Fancy a whisky and a game of cards?

Jerry:

Only if there’s money on the table.

Tom:

Always.

Jerry:

Well then stop talking and deal me in.

(Jerry gets two glasses some ice and a bottle of whisky out, he puts them on the table and starts pouring. Tom is dealing the cards, when out the window he catches a glimpse of Mary smoking. Tom smiles to himself.)