Randall's Wal-Mart Epiphany

From My New Play, “…But We Were Happy.”

We should unpack tomorrow, he says, gesturing towards the whitewashed walls, that single hanging bulb. This is our home now, he says, and we should unpack.

He tries so goddamn hard to smile at me as he slides a bowl of tuna my way.

I made this, he says.

God, I want to cry.

(She almost does, but then breaks into a torrent of hysterical laughter.)

 On the drive home there was this dog in the road, with this tin can tied to his back left paw. We laughed so hard and I don’t know why because it wasn’t really all that funny…no, it really wasn’t that funny now that I think about it…