Sisters

DANA (17)

WILLOW (20)

Dana enters carrying several shopping bags, her purse, and a garment bag. She throws down the purse and garment bag and pulls a shoebox out of one of them. She opens it and ceremoniously takes out a pair of bright red patent leather shoes. She puts them on a chair so they’re resting side by side. She takes a moment to gaze at them, giddy. We hear a door open. She runs over and throws a blanket over them, taking care to make it look like just a wadded blanket. Willow enters.

WILLOW

Did you get it?

(Without pausing, Willow walks over to one of the bags and removes a box the size of a pie. She exits. While she’s gone, Dana peaks at the shoes again quickly. Willow returns with the box.)

WILLOW

I just realized we can’t do derby. We can’t take derby pie. Shit.

DANA

She always takes derby.

WILLOW

She always took derby and pretended she made it. If we take it now, we’ll expose her.

DANA

(realizing this is true)

Maybe it’s like…

WILLOW

She made it before? It’s a week old? No, Dana.

DANA

What do you want me to do? I could go back to Cedar’s…

WILLOW

(looking her watch)

No time. Just… mix it up and re-bake it.

DANA

I’ll bake something.

WILLOW

There isn’t time—

DANA

You should’ve just let me bake something to start.

WILLOW

We needed you to run errands, we don’t have time for you to bake from scratch. Today is not about you.

DANA

It won’t take that long.

WILLOW

Throw in some lemon or something.

DANA

That’ll be nasty.

WILLOW

Well, it’s better than making mom look bad now is it not? Is it not better than making mom look bad now? Think about someone else, please.

DANA

Let’s just say we forgot.

WILLOW

We’ll say it’s stale. She made it last week. No one eats pie at a wake anyway.

DANA

It won’t taste stale.

WILLOW

When you tell people something is stale, they taste stale.

(Dana doesn’t.)

DANA

Also it’s going to make dad sad.

(They both stare at the pie for a moment.)

DANA

(standing)

I’m going to make one.

WILLOW

(shoving the pie at Dana)

Put lemon in it and heat it up.

(Dana takes the pie and begins to exit as Willow keeps talking. Willow meanwhile opens the garment bag—it’s dry cleaning—and approves of the black dress hanging inside. She lifts the blanket, exposing the shoes.)

WILLOW

We need to see if Aunt Wren has a ride. You call her please, and I’ll call grandma to make sure she’s good—(unveiling the shoes)—Are you kidding me?

DANA

(stops)

I needed some shoes.

WILLOW

You are unbelievable.

DANA

You needed your dress cleaned, I needed shoes.

WILLOW

You have shoes.

DANA

I’m going to make the pie.

WILLOW

You’re not wearing these.

DANA

I’m going to make the pie.

(Dana exits.)