(A WOMAN dirties up the place.
She is speaking to---I don’t know, someone.)
WOMAN
I think your problem is that everything is always too clean.
Too
nettoyé, as the French might say.
---
Why would you --- ?
WOMAN
For your own good.
There’s something enticing, yes:
my movements, my discordant motherliness.
Get off that pillow, so I can rumple.
Promising, yes.
Set that dish aside; I'll smash it later. But there’s too much of . . .
or not enough ---
---
Of what?
WOMAN
I don’t ---
---
Restraint?
WOMAN
Certainly not!
If anything, it could be viler --- snappingly viler. Restraint, no.
But
strain . . .
---
Strain?
WOMAN
I don’t know against what. Hand me that filth.
---
Look at me. Look in my eyes. Why don’t you choke on your --- ?
WOMAN
Really ---
---
And get the hell out of my salon!
WOMAN
(Arched eyebrow)
Salon?
---
Parlor.
WOMAN
(Arched eyebrow)
Parlor?
And you criticize my
nettoyé?
(Yawns)
---
Get the hell out!
WOMAN
(Arched eyebrow)
My my.
---
(Fuming)
I mean it.
WOMAN
The problem is that we’re here in the first place.
THE END