It is misty dark. Her heels crunch on the gravel. Then, more heels. MRS. HO
opens her eyes as a throng of ANGRY LESBIANS emerges from the shadows.)
MRS.
HO
Oh,
God . . .
ANGRY
LESBIAN 1
I
heard what you’re doing---
MRS.
HO
What---?
ANGRY
LESBIAN 1
You’re
silencing “Butch Gardens”---
MRS.
HO
Oh,
God---
ANGRY
LESBIAN 2
We
enjoy “Butch Gardens.” Do you hear me?
MRS.
HO
(Stupidly)I enjoy many things: spice gumdrops---
ANGRY
LESBIAN 3
Don’t
be smart!
ANGRY
LESBIAN 1
We
don’t like to threaten.
ANGRY
LESBIAN 2
We
don’t like to. But . . . you
know . . .
MRS.
HO
I
think I do.(The LESBIANS walk away. MRS. HO leans against a wall and drops a paint
brush.)
