LILY is sitting on one of the benches with a mug in her hand. Her coat and winter things are sitting on the bench beside her. She is again looking off STAGE RIGHT at the snow. She looks down at her watch and then at the audience.
No, it still doesn’t look like it’s letting up, but thank you for this (lifting her mug). I did call home and let them know I’d be late. I did not mention I was still two hours away on a good day, but hey- (offers a cheeky smile) they didn’t ask.
(Looking out the window) They’re probably opening presents now. It’s been a pretty big deal since my brother had the girls. (LILY looks toward the audience and continues with a progressively increasing tease to her voice) Everybody’s got their camera phone out, snapping pictures, taking movies, stepping on one another to get the best possible angle of the girls all dressed up in their new Christmas jammies in a mountain of sparkly paper, squealing with delight. (She laughs) Oh the sound of those precious little voices – takes days to stop the ringing in my ears!
LILY pauses for response.
Oh no, I told them to go ahead without me because I don’t want to mess up bedtime for my nieces. I’ve been reminded more than once that it’s difficult for them past a certain hour, and if I had kids I’d understand . . .
LILY looks into her mug, clears her throat and forces a smile.
My brother and sister-in-law don’t give me a lot of credit when it comes to “getting” the challenges they have as a growing family. (annoyed, then tinged with regret) They’re right. I’m not married. And I don’t have kids. How could I?
LILY looks back outside and takes a drink from her mug.
You know, some people get the wedding, the house, the family. Others get the career. I used to think it was possible to have it all, but lately I wonder. (pauses) Oh, I love my job. It’s great. Everything I dreamed it would be. (reflective) Except for the feeling that it’s not sometimes.
LILY pauses to reflect then breaks away from her inner thoughts, determinedly more upbeat.
Wow . . . I’m sorry . . . I didn’t mean to be such a downer. In an economy like this, I’m really thankful to have the job I have, and who knows? Maybe someday, I’ll be one of the lucky ones who get to have it all . . . a real Christmas miracle right?
LILY stands up and takes a step STAGE RIGHT to look outside again, forcing a chuckle.
But that clearly won’t happen until this storm lets up and I get on the road again . . .