A
Hot Summer Day on Bleeker Street
1:30 in the
afternoon. Jane’s looking out the window at the young stud next door, who is stripped
to the waist and pushing a lawnmower. Blanche
is flipping through the pages of the July issue of Chatelaine.
Blanche:
A very nice article about Mark Tewkesbury in Chatelaine Jane- a charming photo
of him too clad in a royal blue Speedo. My, he has kept his lovely shape- hasn’t
he? She looks to Jane standing by the window Jane! Jane! What are you doing?
Jane:
I’m just looking out the window! ~puff~
Blanche:
Honestly Jane, you are doing way more than that. Will you please stop staring
at that young man cutting Mr. Rickert’s lawn! The neighbours are going to start
talking about you.
Jane:
~puff~ puff~ As if they don’t already
Blanche! Anyway, Why... is there some kinda law about gazing at young, naked
flesh?
Blanche:
Not really. Unless it’s like harassment or something.
Jane:
Oh! Look at those muscles. I’d like to harass him ~drag, puff, drag~
Blanche:
Jane Dear, you are terrible and that young man is less than half your age.
Jane:
Don’t ya think I know that Blanche. Don’t ya think I know that!! ~puff, puff~
Blanche:
All I’m saying is…
Jane:
All you’re saying is! All you’re saying is! Blanche there is nothing in the Canadian
Constitution or Charter of Rights that says I am doing anything wrong. ~drag~ leer~puff~puff~.
Blanche wheels her
chair closer to the window and looks out
Blanche:
Oh My! ~blush~ He is quite an
attractive young man- isn’t he?
Jane:
What the %&## did I tell ya Blanche? He’s a beauty all right! ~puff, puff~
Blanche:
Oh Jane he’s looking right at us! He’s wiping his brown! Look at those muscles
flexing!
Jane:
~drag~ drag~ puff~puff~ PUFF~ Holy
Mary Mother of….
Blanche:
Oh Jane, he’s pouring that bottle of water all over his chest. ~pant~ It’s dribbling right down into
his shorts. Oh Jane!
Jane:
~puff~puff~ Five minutes with that in
the toolshed and I’d give up smoking!
Blanche:
Five minutes of you with that young man and you’d turn him Gay! ~smirk~
Jane:
Now you just hush your mouth Blanche!
Blanche:
Well Jane, if I could only get out of this chair, I’d swing my legs up and over
his head and tickle his…
Jane:
But ya are in that chair Blanche. BUT YOU ARE!
