Friday, June 15, 2007

This is All Annonymouse's Fault

Sitcom: Veil of Tears


It is morning. Mrs. Veil, in a lovely dress and with her hair and makeup neatly done, is seated at her breakfast table, smiling happily at her family: Vera, age 12; Valerie, age 10; Vivian, age 8; Victor, age 6; and Baby Benedict Ignatius Aloysius, age 2. Sunlight is streaming through white lace curtains; the table is set with lovely china, and the children are smiling and talking softly and happily as they eat.

VERA

Mom?

The image of the breakfast table dissolves; we see Mrs. Veil in her bedroom, the bed covers pulled up under her chin, her hair disheveled. She raises herself up on her elbow.

MRS. VEIL

Vera? Good grief...what time is it? Why am I still in bed?

VERA

Dad said to let you sleep in. He said Benny's still on his 'sleep strike.'

MRS. VEIL

(Tiredly)

He sure is. I got more sleep when he was still nursing. (Sighing) Just give me a minute, o.k.?

VERA

Sure. It's just...

MRS. VEIL

Just what?

VERA

Benny won't sit in his booster seat, and he won't...

MRS. VEIL

I'll be right there.

Cut to the Kitchen, as Vera reenters. There are no lace curtains on the window, and the dishes on the table are mismatched; some of them are plastic.

VERA

(hands on hips)

Mom's coming.

Valerie quickly mops up spilled milk; Vivian moves to a counter opposite the table; Victor stops rocking backward in his chair. Footsteps are heard; then Mrs. Veil enters the room, dressed in a wrinkled denim jumper, her hair precarious in a partially-fastened banana clip. She wears no noticeable makeup.

MRS. VEIL

Good morning. Sorry I'm late. Good grief, Valerie--how much toast did you make?

VALERIE

Some of it burned.

VIVIAN

Can I make the coffee now? Vera wouldn't let me.

VERA

I thought the smell would wake you up. Besides, she makes it too strong.

MRS. VEIL

Go ahead, Vivian.

VIVIAN

Is it eight cups water and six scoops of coffee, or...

MRS. VEIL

Other way around. Come on, Benny--into the booster seat.

BENNY

(frowning)

No boosr seet!

VICTOR

He's been saying that since he got up! He won't say anything else. Watch (to Benny) hey, Benny, wanna go play trucks?

BENNY

No boosr seet!

MRS. VEIL

Fine. Stay there.

VERA

But he's in your chair.

MRS. VEIL

I'll sit in Dad's chair. He won't care.

Mrs. Veil moves to a counter, and begins slicing a banana into a bright red plastic bowl. She adds some milk and sugar, and places the bowl in front of Benny; she adds a plastic-handled spoon, and reaches through the pile of toast until she finds one that's not burned. She puts this on a napkin beside the bowl and then cuts the toast into four squares.

MRS. VEIL

(brightly)

Here you go, Benny!

BENNY

(stares at bowl, then pushes it away)

No nanna!

MRS. VEIL

You don't want a banana for breakfast?

BENNY

No nanna!

MRS. VEIL

Then what do you want?

BENNY

Eggsntoast.

MRS. VEIL

You want me to make you eggs and toast?

Benny

Eggsntoast.

MRS. VEIL

Tell you what, Benny. I'll make you some eggs for breakfast if you'll get in that booster seat.

BENNY

(considers for a long moment)

No boosr seet. Nanna wif toast.

He pulls the red bowl toward him and begins to pick out the banana slices with his fingers.

VALERIE

Oh, Benny, yuck! Use the spoon!

BENNY

(darkly)

NO POON!

MRS. VEIL

Just ignore him. Please.

VIVIAN

Mom, the coffee's ready. (Worriedly) You DID say ten scoops of coffee, right?

Mrs. Veil begins pouring a cup of coffee so dark it looks like ink.

MRS. VEIL

Ten scoops is perfect, dear.

As Mrs. Veil reaches for one of the many burned pieces of toast, we FADE OUT.

2 comments:

AnnonyMouse said...

LOL
Thanks Red!

freddy said...

Except for the names, this is eerily like my morning!