Sweet November
November is all I know and all I ever want to know.
SARA
What do you see?
NELSON
Female, 32-45, primary household decision maker. Watches 2.5 hours of television a day, spends 27 minutes at the grocery store, values price over brand.
Ignoring him, Sara gazes at the woman with empathy and wonder.
SARA
I think she's a mother. I think she loves her family so much it hurts. I think she'd throw herself in front of this train for them if she had to. And I think when she gets into bed at night, she makes love to her husband like he was the king of Egypt.
As Sara enjoys the fruit of her imagination, Nelson reconsiders the woman, this time seriously.
NELSON
I think she's got a dead-end job, a husband she can't remember why she married, and a kid who doesn't understand any of it.
Nelson's grim assessment rolls over Sara like a cloud, darkening her entire disposition.
SARA
Maybe. Maybe it's worse. Maybe nothing about life even makes sense to her anymore. Maybe some days she wishes she could just quit pretending and end the whole goddamn thing.
Nelson stares, silenced by Sara's sudden bleakness.
SARA
You want to go to the dark side, Nelson? I can get there faster than you can. Believe me.
Looking away, Sara takes a deep breath and then smiles again, as irrepressible as she was just moments before.
SARA
But what for? We see the world we choose to see. And I think my first choice was a helluva lot more fun, don't you?
SARA
What do you see?
NELSON
Female, 32-45, primary household decision maker. Watches 2.5 hours of television a day, spends 27 minutes at the grocery store, values price over brand.
Ignoring him, Sara gazes at the woman with empathy and wonder.
SARA
I think she's a mother. I think she loves her family so much it hurts. I think she'd throw herself in front of this train for them if she had to. And I think when she gets into bed at night, she makes love to her husband like he was the king of Egypt.
As Sara enjoys the fruit of her imagination, Nelson reconsiders the woman, this time seriously.
NELSON
I think she's got a dead-end job, a husband she can't remember why she married, and a kid who doesn't understand any of it.
Nelson's grim assessment rolls over Sara like a cloud, darkening her entire disposition.
SARA
Maybe. Maybe it's worse. Maybe nothing about life even makes sense to her anymore. Maybe some days she wishes she could just quit pretending and end the whole goddamn thing.
Nelson stares, silenced by Sara's sudden bleakness.
SARA
You want to go to the dark side, Nelson? I can get there faster than you can. Believe me.
Looking away, Sara takes a deep breath and then smiles again, as irrepressible as she was just moments before.
SARA
But what for? We see the world we choose to see. And I think my first choice was a helluva lot more fun, don't you?
Sprinkled upon a star
on Wednesday, April 19, 2006 at 10:23 PM.
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