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Soulmate, Myself:
Prometheus Denied
9: The Day The Music Died
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[lying in bed]
K. (softly) Ellus, I’m not doing so well.
E. (silence; touching her hand)
K. I’m not saying I won’t go through with it, but… it’s so hard for me to
think about losing you. I don’t want to give up my memories of you.
I don’t want to live so many years without you. I don’t want us to be
touched by others. (very softly weeping)
E. (sighing)
(silence for many seconds)
E. You know what this reminds me of? It’s how Brother Joshua felt in the
garden before he died. I’m now realizing what it means to sweat blood!
K. That’s it, exactly! I’m “sweating blood” and I’m about to die!
If there were any honorable way out of this, I wish I could find it now!
(holding her in his arms)
(silence)
E. Mother-Father God did not spare him that suffering.
K. (sighing)
E. This can only mean that the highest good was served by what he
endured.
K. I know… I just can’t feel it right now.
(silence)
K. I wonder what you’ll be like as that young boy.
E. (silence)
K. Maybe you’ll be like the boy in “American Pie” – “a lonely teenage
broncin’ buck, with a pink carnation and a pickup truck.”
E. They got the “lonely” part right, anyway.
(silence)
K. (softly) Will you wear a pink carnation to the prom?
E. I doubt if I’ll even go – why would I want to?
(silence)
K. (softly) You could ask me to the prom.
E. I don’t know… that “classic boy and girl next-door” stuff can work
against you. In my “comatose” ways, I’ll probably think of you as an
annoying sister – like Shel Silverstein’s “sister for sale.”
K. Uh-huh.
(silence)
K. (softly) I think… down deep… you won’t see me as a sister.
E. Why?
K. Because… “I saw you dancing in the gym”… and “I know that you’re
in love with” her.
E. That will be news to the boy next door. I don’t think his solitary self
will like you that much.
K. (softly) That’s what he says.
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