Independence Day - A miniature domestic drama by Peter D. Wilson, June 1997

 

Character notes

Joan         an over-solicitous Mum.

Eric           her husband, a harassed minor functionary, with a pedantic manner, inclined to clichés.

Bob          their teenage son, at the rebellious stage.

 

Set

A family sitting room, conventionally furnished with a settee roughly in the centre, otherwise at discretion.

Time

The present

 

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Joan is seated on the settee, half her attention on a holiday brochure. She turns the pages distractedly, anxiously consulting her watch from time to time.  She repeatedly returns to a particular page, then with a regretful sigh and a shake of the head, puts it aside as an outer door is heard to open and close.  After a pause, Eric enters, carrying a briefcase, and lightly pecks her on the cheek.

 

ERIC        Hello, dear. Sorry I’m late.

JOAN       It’s all right. There’s no hurry.

ERIC        How’s the day been?

JOAN       Not bad.

ERIC        Not good, either, by the sound of it.

JOAN       I’ve been worried.

ERIC        About Bob?

JOAN       Yes. It’s the first time he’s been away from home overnight.

ERIC        About time, too. A lad of his age ...

JOAN       Yes, but you never know what these lads get up to. You hear such dreadful stories ...

ERIC        Look, dear, you fret too much. He’s a sensible chap, as they go, and for goodness’ sake, he’s only been staying with a friend after the concert.  You wouldn’t have wanted him trailing right across the town at God knows what hour.  Let alone waking us up when he got in - or more likely keeping us up waiting.

JOAN       I suppose you’re right.  But I didn’t sleep anyway.

ERIC        No, and you made sure I didn’t either.

JOAN       Get away with you.  You were snoring like a grampus.

ERIC        (with dignity) I do not snore.

JOAN       How do you know?  You couldn’t hear it.  Anyway, how about you?  Had a busy day?

ERIC        As always.  Not over yet, either. (Indicating the briefcase, sighing)  More papers to deal with.

JOAN       Oh, really, it’s too bad.  You let yourself be put upon.

ERIC        Well, it’s got to be done.  At least if I get these out of the way tonight, the weekend should be free.

JOAN       It never used to be like this.

ERIC        No, but with the “no replacement” policy, everyone’s having to cram more in.  It can’t go on indefinitely, though.  We’re all getting worn out.  No one was really awake this afternoon.

JOAN       You need a holiday.

ERIC        I know.  Just haven’t been able to take the time off, with so much going on.  Still, there’s light at the end of the tunnel.  Things should slacken off for the summer in a week or two.

JOAN       (hopefully) Really?  We can get away then?

ERIC        Don’t see why not. Anywhere you particularly fancy?

JOAN       Well, I was just looking at this brochure ... (Finding the page)  Here - “Special offer during July - two for the price of one.  Cruise the coast of Asia Minor from Antalya to Kusadasi ...”

ERIC        Bit out of our league, isn’t it?

JOAN       Don’t be such a stick-in-the-mud.  Spread your wings a little!

ERIC        I don’t know.  Isn’t that the firm that was criticised when one of their cruises had to be taken by coach because the water wasn’t deep enough for the boat?

JOAN       That was a river trip.  No one’s going to pull the plug out of the Med.

ERIC        I suppose not.  Let’s have a look.  (He studies the itinerary)  Hm, might be quite interesting.  And at that price ... yes, the budget would just about run to it.  Two for the price of one. I like that.

JOAN       But what about Bob?  We’d have to pay full price for him.

ERIC        Who said anything about taking Bob?

JOAN       (stating the obvious)  We can’t leave him behind, can we?

ERIC        I don’t see why not.

JOAN       But he’s always taken his holidays with us.

ERIC        You mean we’ve always taken him on holiday with us.

JOAN       That’s what I said.

ERIC        No it isn’t. It’s a different thing altogether. Y ou imply that he had a choice in the matter.  If he did, I’m not at all sure that he’d have come.  Most lads of his age are off with their own pals.

JOAN       Yes, and look what they get up to.  Drink ... drugs ...you know.

ERIC        So that’s what it’s all about.  Look, the longer you keep him on your apron strings, the more violently he’s going to react when he gets the chance.

JOAN       (bursting with a hitherto contained anxiety)  Eric, I’m worried.

ERIC        (wearily)  So, what’s new?

JOAN       I was tidying his room today ...

ERIC        Joan!  You know how he hates that.

JOAN       Yes, but he left the door open ... I couldn’t help seeing what a mess it was in.

ERIC        You might have just closed the door.

JOAN       I suppose I might.  But, anyway, I didn’t.  I found some magazines - horrible magazines.

ERIC        What sort?

JOAN       You know ...

ERIC        No, Joan.  I don’t know. That’s why I asked.

JOAN       Vile pictures ...

ERIC        I see, I think I can guess.

JOAN       I threw them out, of course.

ERIC        Joan! Do you really think that was wise?

JOAN       Why ever not?

ERIC        For a start, they aren’t your property ...

JOAN       You’re not going to let a technicality like that bother you, surely!

ERIC        ... and more practically, he’ll know you’ve been snooping.

JOAN       Snooping?

ERIC        What else could you call it?  And another thing, suppose anyone goes rooting in our dustbin, do you want them found?

JOAN       (in disgust)  Oh, really!

 

The outer door opens and slams shut. Bob, not a picture of elegance, breezes in, obviously just passing with no wish for more than the most perfunctory courtesies.

 

BOB          Hello, Mum ... Dad.

ERIC        Hello, son. How was the concert?

BOB          Not bad.  The amps could have done with pepping up a bit ...

ERIC        Yes, I thought it must have been a subdued affair.  We couldn’t hear it - and we’re only six miles away.

JOAN       Dinner in a quarter of an hour?

BOB          OK.  (He withdraws)

ERIC        What’s it to be?

JOAN       Irish stew.  Oh, how I wish I could get away from all this!

ERIC        (astonished)  You mean, permanently? Doing a Shirley Valentine?

JOAN       That’s a thought - I rather fancy Tom Conti.

ERIC        Some hopes!

JOAN       No, I suppose it’ll have to be just the usual fortnight in bloody Sidmouth.

ERIC        It doesn’t have to be bloody Sidmouth.  Cornwall’s quite nice ...

JOAN       (scornfully)  Cornwall!

 

Bob bursts in, thunderously and furious.

 

BOB          Mum!  You’ve been messing about with my room again!

JOAN       I’ve tidied it, yes.  It was such a pigsty ...

BOB          I can’t find anything now.  How the hell do you expect me to put up with it?

ERIC        Bob!  That’s no way to speak to your mother!

BOB          Oh, don’t be so bloody pompous.  There are some books I borrowed from Tubby Gordon - he wants them back tonight ... or else.

JOAN       And what sort of books would they be?

BOB          (a shade embarrassed)  Well ...

ERIC        I think you may find them in the dustbin.  Oh, don’t worry - the liner was changed today.

BOB          You’ve no right!  Meddling with my things ...

ERIC        (firmly)  May I remind you that this is a family home.  It isn’t a hotel - however much like one you may treat it - and your mother and I are responsible for what goes on here.  We won’t have that sort of muck under our roof! Is that understood?

 

Bob is about to expostulate, but thinks better of it and goes.

 

ERIC        Pompous!

JOAN       (giggling despite herself)  Well, you were just a shade.

ERIC        It’s no laughing matter.

JOAN       Sorry, dear.

 

Bob returns, carrying magazines in a plastic bag, still angry but controlled.

 

BOB          Right, that’s it.  You don’t want these under your roof.  You won’t want me under it, either.

JOAN       Bob!

BOB          Joe Billings suggested weeks ago I should move in with him.

JOAN       Move?

BOB          I should have had the sense to take him up on it then.  Well, better late than never.

JOAN       What about your dinner?

BOB          Stuff your ruddy dinner!  And I hope it chokes you!

 

Exit.  Stunned silence for a moment, then Joan starts weeping.  Eric tries to comfort her.

 

ERIC        Steady on, old girl.

JOAN       I’ve got to stop him.

 

She moves to follow, but Eric restrains her.

 

ERIC        No, dear.  How can you?  In any case, try to stop him now and you’ve lost him for ever.  Let him go, and he’ll probably come back.

JOAN       You think so?

ERIC        Probably not to live here.  He’s got to leave the nest some time.  This may be as good as any.

 

Bob returns with a small bag. His anger has abated.

 

BOB          Sorry I blew my top.  I’ve just packed a few things for the night.  I’ll be back for the rest later.  If you don’t mind.

ERIC        Of course not.

BOB          Oh - (passing Eric a hand-written card) and here’s the address.

ERIC        (offering his hand)  Good luck, son.

 

Bob hesitates a moment, then shakes hands, and with some diffidence hugs Joan. He leaves.  Joan subsides rather tearfully on to the settee.

 

ERIC        Well ...

JOAN       He’s gone.  They all go sooner or later, don’t they?  Every family breaks up.

ERIC        He’s gone, yes.  He needs his own space.  But he left his address.  He wouldn’t have done that if he wanted to break with us, would he?

JOAN       I suppose not.

ERIC        Come on, cheer up.  Let’s think about that holiday.

JOAN       All right. I’ll try.  What do you think?

ERIC        Where’s that brochure?

JOAN       (passing it)  Here.

ERIC        Let’s see.  Antalya to Kusadasi.  Two for the price of one.  We could do it now.

JOAN       So we could.

ERIC        Yes, after all that, there’s something to be said for being independent, isn’t there?

 

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