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    Death of Bessie Smith, the Sandbox, and the American Dream

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      MRS. BARKER

      I don’t … particularly.

      GRANDMA

      Well, then, I’m sorry.

      MRS. BARKER

      (Suddenly)

      Grandma, I feel I can trust you.

      GRANDMA

      Don’t be too sure; it’s every man for himself around this place. …

      MRS. BARKER

      Oh … is it? Nonetheless, I really do feel that I can trust you. Please tell me why they called and asked us to come.

      GRANDMA

      Well, I’ll give you a hint. That’s the best I can do, because I’m a muddleheaded old woman. Now listen, because it’s important. Once upon a time, not too very long ago, but a long enough time ago … oh, about twenty years ago … there was a man very much like Daddy, and a woman very much like Mommy, who were married to each other, very much like Mommy and Daddy are married to each other; and they lived in an apartment very much like one that’s very much like this one, and they lived there with an old woman who was very much like yours truly, only younger, because it was some time ago; in fact, they were all somewhat younger.

      MRS. BARKER

      How fascinating!

      GRANDMA

      Now, at the same time, there was a dear lady very much like you, only younger then, who did all sorts of Good Works. … And one of the Good Works this dear lady did was in something very much like a volunteer capacity for an organization very much like the Bye-Bye Adoption Service, which is nearby and which was run by a terribly deaf old lady very much like the Miss Bye-Bye who runs the Bye-Bye Adoption Service nearby.

      MRS. BARKER

      How enthralling!

      GRANDMA

      Well, be that as it may. Nonetheless, one afternoon this man, who was very much like Daddy, and this woman who was very much like Mommy came to see this dear lady who did all the Good Works, who was very much like you, dear, and they were very sad and very hopeful, and they cried and smiled and bit their fingers, and they said all the most intimate things.

      MRS. BARKER

      How spellbinding! What did they say?

      GRANDMA

      Well, it was very sweet. The woman, who was very much like Mommy, said that she and the man who was very much like Daddy had never been blessed with anything very much like a bumble of joy.

      MRS. BARKER

      A what?

      GRANDMA

      A bumble; a bumble of joy.

      MRS. BARKER

      Oh, like bundle.

      GRANDMA

      Well, yes; very much like it. Bundle, bumble; who cares? At any rate, the woman, who was very much like Mommy, said that they wanted a bumble of their own, but that the man, who was very much like Daddy, couldn’t have a bumble; and the man, who was very much like Daddy, said that yes, they had wanted a bumble of their own, but that the woman, who was very much like Mommy, couldn’t have one, and that now they wanted to buy something very much like a bumble.

      MRS. BARKER

      How engrossing!

      GRANDMA

      Yes. And the dear lady, who was very much like you, said something that was very much like, “Oh, what a shame; but take heart … I think we have just the bumble for you.” And, well, the lady, who was very much like Mommy, and the man, who was very much like Daddy, cried and smiled and bit their fingers, and said some more intimate things, which were totally irrelevant but which were pretty hot stuff, and so the dear lady, who was very much like you, and who had something very much like a penchant for pornography, listened with something very much like enthusiasm. “Whee,” she said. “Whoooopeeeeee!” But that’s beside the point.

      MRS. BARKER

      I suppose so. But how gripping!

      GRANDMA

      Anyway … they bought something very much like a bumble, and they took it away with them. But … things didn’t work out very well.

      MRS. BARKER

      You mean there was trouble?

      GRANDMA

      You got it.

      (With a glance through the archway)

      But, I’m going to have to speed up now because I think I’m leaving soon.

      MRS. BARKER

      Oh. Are you really?

      GRANDMA

      Yup.

      MRS. BARKER

      But old people don’t go anywhere; they’re either taken places, or put places.

      GRANDMA

      Well, this old person is different. Anyway … things started going badly.

      MRS. BARKER

      Oh yes. Yes.

      GRANDMA

      Weeeeellll … in the first place, it turned out the bumble didn’t look like either one of its parents. That was enough of a blow, but things got worse. One night, it cried its heart out, if you can imagine such a thing.

      MRS. BARKER

      Cried its heart out! Well!

      GRANDMA

      But that was only the beginning. Then it turned out it only had eyes for its Daddy.

      MRS. BARKER

      For its Daddy! Why, any self-respecting woman would have gouged those eyes right out of its head.

      GRANDMA

      Well, she did. That’s exactly what she did. But then, it kept its nose up in the air.

      MRS. BARKER

      Ufggh! How disgusting!

      GRANDMA

      That’s what they thought. But then, it began to develop an interest in its you-know-what.

      MRS. BARKER

      In its you-know-what! Well! I hope they cut its hands off at the wrists!

      GRANDMA

      Well, yes, they did that eventually. But first, they cut off its you-know-what.

      MRS. BARKER

      A much better idea!

      GRANDMA

      That’s what they thought. But after they cut off its you-know-what, it still put its hands under the covers, looking for its you-know-what. So, finally, they had to cut off its hands at the wrists.

      MRS. BARKER

      Naturally!

      GRANDMA

      And it was such a resentful bumble. Why, one day it called its Mommy a dirty name.

      MRS. BARKER

      Well, I hope they cut its tongue out!

      GRANDMA

      Of course. And then, as it got bigger, they found out all sorts of terrible things about it, like: it didn’t have a head on its shoulders, it had no guts, it was spineless, its feet were made of clay … just dreadful things.

      MRS. BARKER

      Dreadful!

      GRANDMA

      So you can understand how they became discouraged.

      MRS. BARKER

      I certainly can! And what did they do?

      GRANDMA

      What did they do? Well, for the last straw, it finally up and died; and you can imagine how that made them feel, their having paid for it, and all. So, they called up the lady who sold them the bumble in the first place and told her to come right over to their apartment. They wanted satisfaction; they wanted their money back. That’s what they wanted.

      MRS. BARKER

      My, my, my.

      GRANDMA

      How do you like them apples?

      MRS. BARKER

      My, my, my.

      DADDY

      (Off stage)

      Mommy! I can’t find Grandma’s television, and I can’t find the Pekinese, either.

      MOMMY

      (Off stage)

      Isn’t that funny! And I can’t find the water.

      GRANDMA

      Heh, heh, heh. I told them everything was hidden.

      MRS. BARKER

      Did you hide the water, too?

      GRANDMA

      (Puzzled)

      No. No, I didn’t do that.

      DADDY

      (Off stage)

      The truth of the matter is, I can’t even find Grandma’s room.

      GRANDMA

      Heh, heh, heh.

      MRS. BARKER

      My! You certainly did hide things, didn’t you?

      GRANDMA

      Sure, kid, sure.

      MOMMY

      (Sticking her head in the room)

      Did you ever
    hear of such a thing, Grandma? Daddy can’t find your television, and he can’t find the Pekinese, and the truth of the matter is he can’t even find your room.

      GRANDMA

      I told you. I hid everything.

      MOMMY

      Nonsense, Grandma! Just wait until I get my hands on you. You’re a troublemaker … that’s what you are.

      GRANDMA

      Well, I’ll be out of here pretty soon, baby.

      MOMMY

      Oh, you don’t know how right you are! Daddy’s been wanting to send you away for a long time now, but I’ve been restraining him. I’ll tell you one thing, though … I’m getting sick and tired of this fighting, and I might just let him have his way. Then you’ll see what’ll happen. Away you’ll go; in a van, too. I’ll let Daddy call the van man.

      GRANDMA

      I’m way ahead of you.

      MOMMY

      How can you be so old and so smug at the same time? You have no sense of proportion.

      GRANDMA

      You just answered your own question.

      MOMMY

      Mrs. Barker, I’d much rather you came into the kitchen for that glass of water, what with Grandma out here, and all.

      MRS. BARKER

      I don’t see what Grandma has to do with it; and besides, I don’t think you’re very polite.

      MOMMY

      You seem to forget that you’re a guest in this house …

      GRANDMA

      Apartment!

      MOMMY

      Apartment! And that you’re a professional woman. So, if you’ll be so good as to come into the kitchen, I’ll be more than happy to show you where the water is, and where the glass is, and then you can put two and two together, if you’re clever enough.

      (She vanishes)

      MRS. BARKER

      (After a moment’s consideration)

      I suppose she’s right.

      GRANDMA

      Well, that’s how it is when people call you up and ask you over to do something for them.

      MRS. BARKER

      I suppose you’re right, too. Well, Grandma, it’s been very nice talking to you.

      GRANDMA

      And I’ve enjoyed listening. Say, don’t tell Mommy or Daddy that I gave you that hint, will you?

      MRS. BARKER

      Oh, dear me, the hint! I’d forgotten about it, if you can imagine such a thing. No, I won’t breathe a word of it to them.

      GRANDMA

      I don’t know if it helped you any …

      MRS. BARKER

      I can’t tell, yet. I’ll have to … what is the word I want? … I’ll have to relate it … that’s it … I’ll have to relate it to certain things that I know, and … draw … conclusions. … What I’ll really have to do is to see if it applies to anything. I mean, after all, I do do volunteer work for an adoption service, but it isn’t very much like the Bye-Bye Adoption Service … it is the Bye-Bye Adoption Service … and while I can remember Mommy and Daddy coming to see me, oh about twenty years ago, about buying a bumble, I can’t quite remember anyone very much like Mommy and Daddy coming to see me about buying a bumble. Don’t you see? It really presents quite a problem. … I’ll have to think about it … mull it … but at any rate, it was truly first-class of you to try to help me. Oh, will you still be here after I’ve had my drink of water?

      GRANDMA

      Probably … I’m not as spry as I used to be.

      MRS. BARKER

      Oh. Well, I won’t say good-by then.

      GRANDMA

      No. Don’t.

      (MRS. BARKER exits through the archway)

      People don’t say good-by to old people because they think they’ll frighten them. Lordy! If they only knew how awful “hello” and “my, you’re looking chipper” sounded, they wouldn’t say those things either. The truth is, there isn’t much you can say to old people that doesn’t sound just terrible.

      (The doorbell rings)

      Come on in!

      (The YOUNG MAN enters. GRANDMA looks him over)

      Well, now, aren’t you a breath of fresh air!

      YOUNG MAN

      Hello there.

      GRANDMA

      My, my, my. Are you the van man?

      YOUNG MAN

      The what?

      GRANDMA

      The van man. The van man. Are you come to take me away?

      YOUNG MAN

      I don’t know what you’re talking about.

      GRANDMA

      Oh.

      (Pause)

      Well.

      (Pause)

      My, my, aren’t you something!

      YOUNG MAN

      Hm?

      GRANDMA

      I said, my, my, aren’t you something.

      YOUNG MAN

      Oh. Thank you.

      GRANDMA

      You don’t sound very enthusiastic.

      YOUNG MAN

      Oh, I’m … I’m used to it.

      GRANDMA

      Yup … yup. You know, if I were about a hundred and fifty years younger I could go for you.

      YOUNG MAN

      Yes, I imagine so.

      GRANDMA

      Unh-hunh … will you look at those muscles!

      YOUNG MAN

      (Flexing his muscles)

      Yes, they’re quite good, aren’t they?

      GRANDMA

      Boy, they sure are. They natural?

      YOUNG MAN

      Well the basic structure was there, but I’ve done some work, too … you know, in a gym.

      GRANDMA

      I’ll bet you have. You ought to be in the movies, boy.

      YOUNG MAN

      I know.

      GRANDMA

      Yup! Right up there on the old silver screen. But I suppose you’ve heard that before.

      YOUNG MAN

      Yes, I have.

      GRANDMA

      You ought to try out for them … the movies.

      YOUNG MAN

      Well, actually, I may have a career there yet. I’ve lived out on the West Coast almost all my life … and I’ve met a few people who … might be able to help me. I’m not in too much of a hurry, though. I’m almost as young as I look.

      GRANDMA

      Oh, that’s nice. And will you look at that face!

      YOUNG MAN

      Yes, it’s quite good, isn’t it? Clean-cut, Midwest farm boy type, almost insultingly good-looking in a typically American way. Good profile, straight nose, honest eyes, wonderful smile …

      GRANDMA

      Yup. Boy, you know what you are, don’t you? You’re the American Dream, that’s what you are. All those other people, they don’t know what they’re talking about. You … you are the American Dream.

      YOUNG MAN

      Thanks.

      MOMMY

      (Off stage)

      Who rang the doorbell?

      GRANDMA

      (Shouting off stage)

      The American Dream!

      MOMMY

      (Off stage)

      What? What was that, Grandma?

      GRANDMA

      (Shouting)

      The American Dream! The American Dream! Damn it!

      DADDY

      (Off stage)

      How’s that, Mommy?

      MOMMY

      (Off stage)

      Oh, some gibberish; pay no attention. Did you find Grandma’s room?

      DADDY

      (Off stage)

      No. I can’t even find Mrs. Barker.

      YOUNG MAN

      What was all that?

      GRANDMA

      Oh, that was just the folks, but let’s not talk about them, honey; let’s talk about you.

      YOUNG MAN

      All right.

      GRANDMA

      Well, let’s see. If you’re not the van man, what are you doing here?

      YOUNG MAN

      I’m looking for work.

      GRANDMA

      Are you! Well, what kind of work?

      YOUNG MAN

      Oh, almost anything … almost anything that pays. I’ll do almost anything for money.

    &
    nbsp; GRANDMA

      Will you … will you? Hmmmm. I wonder if there’s anything you could do around here?

      YOUNG MAN

      There might be. It looked to be a likely building.

      GRANDMA

      It’s always looked to be a rather unlikely building to me, but I suppose you’d know better than I.

      YOUNG MAN

      I can sense these things.

      GRANDMA

      There might be something you could do around here. Stay there! Don’t come any closer.

      YOUNG MAN

      Sorry.

      GRANDMA

      I don’t mean I’d mind. I don’t know whether I’d mind, or not. … But it wouldn’t look well; it would look just awful.

      YOUNG MAN

      Yes; I suppose so.

      GRANDMA

      Now, stay there, let me concentrate. What could you do? The folks have been in something of a quandary around here today, sort of a dilemma, and I wonder if you mightn’t be some help.

      YOUNG MAN

      I hope so … if there’s money in it. Do you have any money?

      GRANDMA

      Money! Oh, there’s more money around here than you’d know what to do with.

      YOUNG MAN

      I’m not so sure.

      GRANDMA

      Well, maybe not. Besides, I’ve got money of my own.

      YOUNG MAN

      You have?

      GRANDMA

      Sure. Old people quite often have lots of money; more often than most people expect. Come here, so I can whisper to you … not too close. I might faint.

      YOUNG MAN

      Oh, I’m sorry.

      GRANDMA

      It’s all right, dear. Anyway … have you ever heard of that big baking contest they run? The one where all the ladies get together in a big barn and bake away?

      YOUNG MAN

      I’m … not … sure. …

      GRANDMA

      Not so close. Well, it doesn’t matter whether you’ve heard of it or not. The important thing is—and I don’t want anybody to hear this … the folks think I haven’t been out of the house in eight years-—the important thing is that I won first prize in that baking contest this year. Oh, it was in all the papers; not under my own name, though. I used a nom de boulangère; I called myself Uncle Henry.

      YOUNG MAN

      Did you?

      GRANDMA

      Why not? I didn’t see any reason not to. I look just as much like an old man as I do like an old woman. And you know what I called it … what I won for?

      YOUNG MAN

      No. What did you call it?

      GRANDMA

      I called it Uncle Henry’s Day-Old Cake.

      YOUNG MAN

      That’s a very nice name.

      GRANDMA

     


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