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MIKLE: I suppose… didn’t think much about it. People wear all sorts of things.

ANNA: I hate to waste time changing at work… how far are you going?

MIKLE: If I don’t hit a tree, I’m going to South Weymouth…. I can take you right to the hospital.

ANNA: Good! Thanks!

MIKLE (head nods): I’ve worked all night…

ANNA: I’d like to pay some. (She finds and hands him a $10 bill).

MIKLE (waving the money off): No, no, just keep talking. I’m sleepy…..

ANNA: I’m Anna… you?

MIKLE (turning towards Anna): Mikle..l…l..l…l

(His head falls on Anna’s shoulder. Anna elbows him in the ribs and grabs wheel just holding it straight).

ANNA: Hey!!

MIKLE (head jerking up): Cut it…

ANNA(calmly): Please! This is very dangerous!

MIKLE: Talk! Speak up. Make it interesting…

ANNA: About?

MIKLE: Anything, just anything…

ANNA: My, what a lot of rain we had last night (beat) more this afternoon and…tonight… and

(Mikle falls asleep again, falling toward Anna. She pushes him away and again grabs the wheel. Michael recovers and continues driving.

ANNA (moving further away): Do you have a wife?

MIKLE: Yes…

ANNA: Does she work?

MIKLE: Why do you ask?

ANNA: I’m just making conversation. People start talking about the weather and then go on to talking about their work. It’s important that you talk too.

MIKLE: She works at a store…..

ANNA: What does she think about your working nights?

MIKLE: She doesn’t like it…

ANNA: Why?

MIKLE: She’s afraid to be home alone at night. She asked me to find another job… Anyhow she has found how to get over her fear…

ANNA: How?

(Mikle’s head falls to steering wheel, asleep. Anna reaches for the wheel and punches him in the side)

MIKLE: Ah! Wha..?

ANNA: I asked what way?

MIKLE: Way?

ANNA: How did your wife cure her fear?

MIKLE: Oh, that… She starts work early. She goes to bed early and takes a sleeping pill… As long as I’m on night shift this has to be the solution.

ANNA; She is still home when you get there?

(Mikle’s head drops, but he catches himself).

MIKLE: She…she usually has left……

(Michael’s head drops again, but he catches himself)

ANNA: Michael! Try harder!!…Who gets dinner?

(Mikel’s head drops again, but he catches himself)

MIKLE: I… I usually get dinner….she talks on the phone

Pause

I don’t have to leave until 10 o’clock. (Beat) I think she wishes I would leave earlier.

ANNA: Don’t you at least have children to discuss?

MIKLE: No kids…

(Anna opens her pocket book. She takes out a sandwich, unwraps it and offers him a half)

ANNA: My lunch… You’re probably hungry. It’s left over from my frozen dinner last night…..Here… I haven’t touched it… eat at least a half…

(He waves the sandwich away)

You need to keep your jaws moving or you’ll fall asleep.

Pause

You practically never get to talk to your wife!

MIKLE: At least we have the weekend together…..

ANNA: And that’s enough time for you to get together for a bit of sex?

(Milk’s head falls to chest, but he catches it in time)

ANNA (Face hardening with resolve): You know… I liked it when my husband worked nights.

MIKLE (surprised): You didn’t mind being alone at night?

ANNA: I certainly wasn’t afraid.

MIKLE: Why so brave? The house creaks! Shadows at the windows!

ANNA: I had a love affair….

MIKLE (appraising glance at Anna): Oh…

ANNA: While my husband got ready for work, I went to bed. I had changed clothes but I was nicely dressed. I pulled the covers up to my chin and pretended to start to sleep.

MIKLE: Clothes on in bed? Why?

ANNA: I didn’t want to waste time… My husband only worked two nights a week. My boyfriend, Ted, and I were very much in love… Impatient.

MIKLE: And when your husband left?

ANNA: I hurried out to Ted. He parked outside, waiting for my husband to leave. We headed for his apartment…sometimes we didn’t manage to get to bed…on the floor… we…

MIKLE (now wide awake): On the floor fully clothed!

ANNA: Practically…and sometimes we would do it in the car.

MIKLE: In the front seat?

ANNA: No, not in the front, in the back.

MIKLE: Hard in the car?

ANNA: No… but on the floor is better!

MIKLE: And…..next?

ANNA: Oh! We straightened up….Ate dinner. Flowers….music, wine… candles…

MIKLE: Yes?

ANNA: And then (recalling) All night! I still think about that time. Hardly any sleep… I was very happy…my heart beats faster when ever I think about it.

MIKLE: Morning!. In the morning?

ANNA: We ate breakfast together. Coffee, the sun streaming in. Then he drove me right to the hospital…..

MIKLE: Suppose your husband had come home earlier from work?

ANNA: I would say that the head nurse had called me in early on an emergency… car didn’t start… took a taxi… It sometimes happens anyhow.

MIKLE: How long did this go on?

ANNA: About two years…

MIKLE (incredulously): And during those two years your husband never suspected?

ANNA: Mikle…I made…

Pause

It’s not important…

MIKLE: Why not important?

ANNA: I see you’re awake now!.

(Pause)

MIKLE: What time is it?

ANNA: Seven forty.

MIKLE: Hold on.

(Michael sits up straighter and steps on the gas)

ANNA (thrown back by the acceleration): Mikle! Mikle this is dangerous! I’ll get there on time. I don’t start till eight.

(Anna holding tight to the hand grab, is thrown from side to side as Michael negotiates some sharp curves