by Jeff Goode
copyright © 2008

 
(Enter NOMI.)
NOMI. J.D.?
JD. Nomi... What are you doing here?
NOMI. This is my house.
JD. I know that. But not when I'm here. You're always outside. Or you've gone to the store. We're never here together. Not at the same time.
NOMI. Why not?
JD. Because I'm not ready to have this conversation.
NOMI. That makes two of us.
JD. You have to go.
NOMI. I live here.
JD. Only because I imagine you living here. Nobody knows where you are, really. This could be a slum in downtown Sydney, for all we know.
NOMI. Very bohemian of me.
JD. Look, you can come back when my mind is on other things. I need the space.
NOMI. What do you think this is, a time share? I'm not an imaginary person, J.D. You didn't make me up. I'm real, remember?
JD. You may have been real when you left me. But now this is all I have. And you're not going to ruin it.
DJIMON. (offstage) Nomi!
JD. Who's that?
NOMI. You have to go.
JD. Is that him? Is that the guy?
NOMI. That's my husband.
JD. What's he doing here?
NOMI. Don't act so surprised. You knew I was married. I sent you an invitation.
JD. Your mother sent it to me.
NOMI. It's the thought that counts.
JD. Tell him to go away.
NOMI. He lives here, J.D.
JD. I told you, neither of you live here.
NOMI. And you're not even in this country.
JD. And whose fault is that?
NOMI. Don't do this to me.
JD. You're not the victim here.
NOMI. I don't have time for this. You have to leave.
JD. What's with the box?
NOMI. I'm putting you behind me.
JD. It doesn't seem to be working.
DJIMON. (offstage) Nomi?
JD. And what is he doing here?
NOMI. It's his house.
JD. It's your house. The way I imagine it, and he's not in the picture.
NOMI. So you imagine me single?
JD. No, but he's supposed to be out walking the dingo, or something.
NOMI. So you see my life as just an empty room for you to play in? That's a marvelous scenario you've concocted for yourself, but you're the one who's not in this picture, J.D. And you've just got too much of a God-complex to notice.
JD. If he comes in here, there'll be hell to pay. And if that makes me God, then feel free to pray.
NOMI. You're impossible.
JD. I'm unavoidable.
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