5:47 pm. Cynthia furtively packs a suitcase while Marcy is napping in the next room. She glances frequently at the clock, knowing that Marcy will be up in 13 minutes for Friskies Time.
Cynthia turns away for a moment to grab her bathing suit. As she turns back she screams loudly. Marcy is sitting inside her suitcase.
Marcy: What are you doing, Cindy?
Cynthia (nonchalantly): Oh… hee hee… nothing… trying to see how much stuff this old bag will hold… you know… for the future…
Marcy stares at Cynthia. Hard.
Cynthia: Okay, okay. I’m going to Florida – North Florida – to visit family.
Marcy is now glaring.
Cynthia: Marcy… I’m sorry… I’ll think about you the whole time… I won’t be gone very long and I’ll bring you back a –
Marcy very deliberately turns her back on Cynthia and walks indignantly into the closet without saying a word. She does not come out at Friskies O’clock.
Cynthia (calling after her): This is not a betrayal, Marcy! … (Cynthia gets an idea)… I will NOT be having fun. Yeah… I will not be doing this, for instance.
|Cypress Gardens, Florida|
Cynthia: In fact, I will be avoiding this.
Cynthia: And these.
|Alligators at Dusk,The Night Has A Thousand Eyes, Photo by John Moran|
Cynthia: Those dots are alligator eyes, Marcy. And they have monster size cats in Florida. I mean, I may have to run for my life… so … you know… you shouldn’t be mad…
Marcy (small voice from the depths of the closet): Betrayed.
Cynthia (sighing): Freddy will be here for you. Love you! (long pause) Okay. I understand. Bye, Marcy. See you in a few days.
Cynthia exits. Marcy pouts for a few minutes inside the closet and then runs to Freddy demanding her Friskies.