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DIRTY LAUNDRY(A laundromat, a bit worse for the wear. The swish of a washer, the thump of a dryer. BOB sits in a chair reading a magazine. SERENA enters carrying a suitcase. She wears an old raincoat, jeans, a man’s shirt. She heaves the suitcase onto the folding table, takes out wadded-up clothes, shoves them into a washer.) SERENA You got change? (BOB gives a nod to the change machine on the wall.) BOB Change machine. SERENA All I’ve got is hundreds. BOB There’s a bank across the street. SERENA I don’t want to go to a bank. Just give me some quarters. (She thrusts a bill at him.) BOB I don’t have change for a hundred. SERENA Keep the fucking change. (BOB hands her quarters. She slides them into the washer.) Soap? (BOB points to the dispenser on the wall. She grabs his box of soap. She removes her shoes and socks and throws the socks into the washer. She takes off her jeans and shirt and throws them into the washer. BOB stares at her.) Do you mind? (He looks at his magazine. He watches her over his magazine as she takes off her bra, puts on her raincoat, takes off her panties, throws the bra and panties into the washer, and starts the washer.) BOB That raincoat’s pretty dirty. SERENA If I wash it, it won't be water repellent. BOB If it’s water repellent, then the water won’t hurt it. It’s just dry cleaning that ruins the repellent quality. SERENA Thanks for your input. BOB You live around here? SERENA Passing through. BOB Aren’t we all. Passing through. Passing through life. From birth to death. From life to life, maybe. SERENA What are you, a Buddhist? BOB I entertain possibilities. SERENA What does that mean? BOB I’m open to experience. SERENA Experience. BOB New things. New ideas. You rob a bank? SERENA My husband. BOB Is he after you? SERENA I haven’t stopped long enough to find out. |
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