Monday, March 16th 2020
AT RISE: It is late at night. Jennifer and Paul are on the couch. Kitten is lying relaxed on the miniature couch on the windowsill, but his head is protruding way out like a snake; scanning the whole room with extra large, alert, fully dilated, vacuous, security-camera eyes. Wife is very maturely all caught up in this drama, pointing and laughing at the cat.
Wife: [Laughing hysterically.] I’m serious! Look at that cat! LOOK AT HIM! What is he looking for? He’s SOOO funny!! WHY is he SOOO funny?!?
Hubsand: [Sighs in resignation, gets up off the couch.]
Wife: [Pulling herself together; stops laughing. Breathes deeply.] Babe, I see that you’re heading to bed, and I don’t want to hold you up, but could you please do me one favor?
Hubsand: ‘Look at that cat?’
Wife: HAAAA!!! [Bursting back into hysterics again.]
Hubsand: [Sighs again.] Okay…
Wife: [Straining to speak through giggling fit.] Oh Babe! Loving you is so easy because… [chortles] because… [inhales] You know what my jokes are going to be even before I say them! [Tears of laughter streaming down her face.]
Hubsand: [Turns away.] Goodnight! [Walks out.]
Wife: [Convulsing on couch in a tangle of giggles and tears, alone.]