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MISHA: We have been so long together, that we seldom try to bare our souls to each other… I’m very obliged to you…

(Misha takes a last long pleasurable drag on his cigarette and promptly snuffs it out).

XENIA: For my frankness?

MISHA (with a vague smirk, and twinkle in eye): You let me peacefully smoke my cigarette… at last…

THE END

MIKLE: Thirty-five year old. He is driving a car.

ANNA: Thirty-five years old.

Mikle is driving home after working all night. He keeps yawning, falling asleep at the wheel, and catching himself. He sees Anna trying to hitch a lift. She is dressed in nurse’s “scrubs”… Mikle stops and opens the door:

ANNA: Thanks… I’m late for work.

MIKLE: Get in.

ANNA (sitting in car): My car won’t start. (Beat) Maybe you’ll take me as far as you’re going on route 18. (Beat) I work at South Shore Hospital.

MIKLE: I had a little trouble starting too…..dampness……

(Pause)

ANNA: I know it’s unusual to hitch hike in “scrubs”.

MIKLE: I suppose… didn’t think much about it. People wear all sorts of things.

ANNA: I hate to waste time changing at work… how far are you going?

MIKLE: If I don’t hit a tree, I’m going to South Weymouth…. I can take you right to the hospital.

ANNA: Good! Thanks!

MIKLE (head nods): I’ve worked all night…

ANNA: I’d like to pay some. (She finds and hands him a $10 bill).

MIKLE (waving the money off): No, no, just keep talking. I’m sleepy…..

ANNA: I’m Anna… you?

MIKLE (turning towards Anna): Mikle..l…l..l…l

(His head falls on Anna’s shoulder. Anna elbows him in the ribs and grabs wheel just holding it straight).

ANNA: Hey!!

MIKLE (head jerking up): Cut it…

ANNA(calmly): Please! This is very dangerous!

MIKLE: Talk! Speak up. Make it interesting…

ANNA: About?

MIKLE: Anything, just anything…

ANNA: My, what a lot of rain we had last night (beat) more this afternoon and…tonight… and

(Mikle falls asleep again, falling toward Anna. She pushes him away and again grabs the wheel. Michael recovers and continues driving.

ANNA (moving further away): Do you have a wife?

MIKLE: Yes…

ANNA: Does she work?

MIKLE: Why do you ask?

ANNA: I’m just making conversation. People start talking about the weather and then go on to talking about their work. It’s important that you talk too.

MIKLE: She works at a store…..

ANNA: What does she think about your working nights?

MIKLE: She doesn’t like it…

ANNA: Why?

MIKLE: She’s afraid to be home alone at night. She asked me to find another job… Anyhow she has found how to get over her fear…

ANNA: How?

(Mikle’s head falls to steering wheel, asleep. Anna reaches for the wheel and punches him in the side)

MIKLE: Ah! Wha..?

ANNA: I asked what way?

MIKLE: Way?

ANNA: How did your wife cure her fear?

MIKLE: Oh, that… She starts work early. She goes to bed early and takes a sleeping pill… As long as I’m on night shift this has to be the solution.

ANNA; She is still home when you get there?

(Mikle’s head drops, but he catches himself).

MIKLE: She…she usually has left……

(Michael’s head drops again, but he catches himself)

ANNA: Michael! Try harder!!…Who gets dinner?

(Mikel’s head drops again, but he catches himself)

MIKLE: I… I usually get dinner….she talks on the phone

Pause

I don’t have to leave until 10 o’clock. (Beat) I think she wishes I would leave earlier.

ANNA: Don’t you at least have children to discuss?

MIKLE: No kids…

(Anna opens her pocket book. She takes out a sandwich, unwraps it and offers him a half)

ANNA: My lunch… You’re probably hungry. It’s left over from my frozen dinner last night…..Here… I haven’t touched it… eat at least a half…

(He waves the sandwich away)

You need to keep your jaws moving or you’ll fall asleep.

Pause

You practically never get to talk to your wife!

MIKLE: At least we have the weekend together…..

ANNA: And that’s enough time for you to get together for a bit of sex?

(Milk’s head falls to chest, but he catches it in time)