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ANNA: Why didn’t one of you use protection?

MIKE: She assured me she was safe.

ANNA: You know she lied to you.

MIKE: So…

ANNA: And now you use condoms?

MIKE: Now… always. Always with me.

(Pause)

ANNA (angry): We’ve gone to every home game together!… You owed it to me to tell me that you were seeing Julie…. She never told me a thing.

MIKE: I guess…. I just didn’t have the words.

(Pause)

ANNA: Michael, looking back I don’t understand how all this happened.

MIKE: Me neither…

ANNA: Of course, in the back of my mind I was always afraid of getting pregnant.

MIKE: I began to feel that I didn’t turn you on. I was not attractive to you.

(Pause)

ANNA: I was afraid that I didn’t turn you on… but we got along so well anyhow!

(Pause)

MIKE: Well, now, there are the means to not worry about pregnancy.

ANNA: Condoms are not 100 % safe.

(Pause)

MIKE: Ah…Anna… were you ever thinking about us getting married?

ANNA: I dropped hints but I couldn’t let on…yes.

MIKE: I never suspected.

ANNA: You didn’t want to think about it! You always talked about different things, when you could have just said those magic words of love.

MIKE: Just “I love you”?

ANNA: Yes.

MIKE: I resolved to say them… but… Maybe saying them to my pillow every night made them harder to really say, harder to know when to say them.

(Pause)

ANNA (dreamily): MiKE, I think that this could have happened during that hot summer rain storm. Do you remember?…. The intimacy and excitement?

MIKE (Excited voice): Of course!… We were soaked thru and thru…nothing dry. You were sopping wet… you’re… bra…and… all.

ANNA: We laughed so…not knowing why…we felt good

MIKE: You wore a white dress with pink flowers…

ANNA: It was soaking wet. I took it off. We were still laughing while we twisted it from both ends. Like taffy… It started to tear somewhere.

MIKE: It was still very wet but we shook it out and you went and put it on with nothing under.

ANNA: You said that it was not proper to walk out of the park like that… it would be too provocative.

MIKE: The dress was completely transparent. Your tummy, belly button, breasts… and all the rest…

ANNA: You without pants… just wet underwear didn’t look so proper either.

MIKE: It made me excited…

ANNA: I was also excited by you… (With disappointment)… but nothing happened between us.

MIKE: You wanted…?

ANNA: Yes.

MIKE: Why didn’t you say something?

ANNA: What to say?

MIKE: That you also wanted….

ANNA: I tried. Remember I took your hand and pressed it to my hot cheek?

MIKE: I don’t remember… show me.

(Anna takes Mike’s palm and presses it on her cheek.)

MIKE: Pressing my hand to your cheek… shows… desire?

ANNA: What else should I have done?

MIKE: Press yourself against me.

ANNA: Why didn’t you hug me yourself?

(Pause)

MIKE: If you wanted to be woo-ed that rainy day you would of had to help me…it… it would have been my first time.

(Pause)

ANNA: Help you? How? As a man and a woman we have different roles: the man chases, the woman runs…

MIKE: Why is this important?

ANNA: I read…

MIKE: And you never learned that the woman could have an active part in sex?

ANNA: No! Never happens…except, in James Joyce’s memoirs. He said it happened on a bridge… an attractive woman walked by. Joyce called out to her. She walked right up to him, undid his pants and thrust her hands in… I just read it. I was so shocked…

MIKE: And Joyce?

ANNA: He was pleased…. He later married her.

MIKE: Look….

ANNA: MIKE, I’m sad that nothing more happened between us that day.

MIKE: Me too… I wasn’t persistent maybe… I was afraid…

ANNA: Why? You are a man! What were you afraid of?

MIKE: I didn’t know how to go about it… maybe if you had helped me that day, everything would have been different.

ANNA: Wait!

(Anna joyfully skips out to another room. She returns holding the thin white summer dress with pink flowers. She throws it into the washtub making it all wet.)

ANNA (starts to wring the dress out): MIKE, help me.

(Anna hands the other end of the dress to MiKEand they start to twist the dress dry)

ANNA: Careful it might tear.

(Anna holds the damp dress in front of her.)

MIKE: It’s the same dress!

ANNA: Should I put it on?

MIKE: Yes… yes…no… Not now… it’s…already late.

Anna (disappointed): Late? What do you mean?

Michael: It’s night.

ANNA: Why don’t you go then?

MIKE: I want…you want me to stay?

ANNA: The whole night?

(Pause)