Revolutionary Road
by Justin Haythe
(to Frank)
Oh. Oh, Frank, you really are a wonderful talker! If black could be made into white by talking, you'd be the man for the job. So now I'm crazy because I don't love you, right? Is that the point? But I don't. In fact I loathe the sight of you. You're just a boy who made me laugh at a party once and if you come any closer, if you touch me or anything I think I'll scream.
SHE SCREAMS, HIGH AND SHRILL. HER EYES WIDE, OPEN AND PERFECTLY CALM.
What're you going to do now? Are you going to hit me? To show how much you love me? Are you still talking? Isn't there any way to stop your talking? I NEED to think. Can't you see that?
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