RONALD TAVEL
MIKIE
(bewitched):
No, the shoe is too small for your less smaller
feet.
Advertising voice.
You can enlarge the shoe by placing it under hot water.
Jo: Really, Mikie! I'll do just that right now.
She goes to the chest, lifts her foot and places it into the basin,
a contorted, erotic position.
Oooooooooooooooo! . . . . . . . .. that feels so so nice!
00000000000000000000. . . .•
weeeeeeeeeeeee! -Mikie!
MIKIE
(rummaging through the basket):
Yes, Jo?
Jo: Was it like this when you were taking the shower?
MIKIE:
I
don't know. How can
I
tell?
Jo: Well, you had sex in the shower didn't you? You had sex with
Joe in the shower.
MIKIE: Yes, Jo,
I
did.
Jo: Well, this
is
just like having sex in the shower. It's just like
having sex in the shower with Joe.
MIKIE: Oh.
Jo: Yes.
MIKIE: How nice.
Jo: Yes, it
is
nice.
Tossing the basin away, into the audience.
But it's also boring.
MIKIE
(frigging his thumb):
It's all, all so boring, boring.
Picking the panties, slips, brassieres, etc., from the litter basket,
suddenly screaming.
Why did you throw my undergarments away, Jo???! !!
Jo
(drying her shoe with a towel):
What did you say, dear?
MIKIE
(screaming again):
I
said why did you throw my undergar–
ments away, Jo???!
!!
Jo: You'll have to speak more softly, darling, you know
I
can't
understand you when you shout.
MIKIE
(attempting to control himself, showing great strain):
Jo, Jo
love, whatever possessed you to throw my - MY UNDERGAR–
MENTS into the litter basket?
Jo: They were mildewed, dear.
MIKIE: Mildewed?
Jo: Yes, dear, they were mildewed.
MIKIE: What does that mean?
