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

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by Edward Albee

And it wasn’t any trouble, either. All I did was go out and get a store-bought cake, and keep it around for a while, and then slip it in, unbeknownst to anybody. Simple.

  YOUNG MAN

  You’re a very resourceful person.

  GRANDMA

  Pioneer stock.

  YOUNG MAN

  Is all this true? Do you want me to believe all this?

  GRANDMA

  Well, you can believe it or not … it doesn’t make any difference to me. All I know is, Uncle Henry’s Day-Old Cake won me twenty-five thousand smackerolas.

  YOUNG MAN

  Twenty-five thou—

  GRANDMA

  Right on the old loggerhead. Now … how do you like them apples?

  YOUNG MAN

  Love ’em.

  GRANDMA

  I thought you’d be impressed.

  YOUNG MAN

  Money talks.

  GRANDMA

  Hey! You look familiar.

  YOUNG MAN

  Hm? Pardon?

  GRANDMA

  I said, you look familiar.

  YOUNG MAN

  Well, I’ve done some modeling.

  GRANDMA

  No … no. I don’t mean that. You look familiar.

  YOUNG MAN

  Well, I’m a type.

  GRANDMA

  Yup; you sure are. Why do you say you’d do almost anything for money … if you don’t mind my being nosy?

  YOUNG MAN

  No, no. It’s part of the interview. I’ll be happy to tell you. It’s that I have no talents at all, except what you see … my person; my body, my face. In every other way I am incomplete, and I must therefore … compensate.

  GRANDMA

  What do you mean, incomplete? You look pretty complete to me.

  YOUNG MAN

  I think I can explain it to you, partially because you’re very old, and very old people have perceptions they keep to themselves, because if they expose them to other people … well, you know what ridicule and neglect are.

  GRANDMA

  I do, child, I do.

  YOUNG MAN

  Then listen. My mother died the night that I was born, and I never knew my father; I doubt my mother did. But, I wasn’t alone, because lying with me … in the placenta … there was someone else … my brother … my twin.

  GRANDMA

  Oh, my child.

  YOUNG MAN

  We were identical twins … he and I … not fraternal … identical; we were derived from the same ovum; and in this, in that we were twins not from separate ova but from the same one, we had a kinship such as you cannot imagine. We … we felt each other breathe … his heartbeats thundered in my temples … mine in his … our stomachs ached and we cried for feeding at the same time … are you old enough to understand?

  GRANDMA

  I think so, child; I think I’m nearly old enough.

  YOUNG MAN

  I hope so. But we were separated when we were still very young, my brother, my twin and I … inasmuch as you can separate one being. We were torn apart … thrown to opposite ends of the continent. I don’t know what became of my brother … to the rest of myself … except that, from time to time, in the years that have passed, I have suffered losses … that I can’t explain. A fall from grace … a departure of innocence … loss… loss. How can I put it to you? All right; like this: Once … it was as if all at once my heart … became numb … almost as though I … almost as though … just like that … it had been wrenched from my body … and from that time I have been unable to love. Once … I was asleep at the time … I awoke, and my eyes were burning. And since that time I have been unable to see anything, anything, with pity, with affection … with anything but … cool disinterest. And my groin … even there … since one time … one specific agony … since then I have not been able to love anyone with my body. And even my hands … I cannot touch another person and feel love. And there is more … there are more losses, but it all comes down to this: I no longer have the capacity to feel anything. I have no emotions. I have been drained, torn asunder … disemboweled. I have, now, only my person … my body, my face. I use what I have … I let people love me … I accept the syntax around me, for while I know I cannot relate … I know I must be related to. I let people love me … I let people touch me … I let them draw pleasure from my groin … from my presence … from the fact of me … but, that is all it comes to. As I told you, I am incomplete … I can feel nothing. I can feel nothing. And so … here I am … as you see me. I am … but this … what you see. And it will always be thus.

  GRANDMA

  Oh, my child; my child.

  (Long pause; then)

  I was mistaken … before. I don’t know you from somewhere, but I knew … once … someone very much like you … or, very much as perhaps you were.

  YOUNG MAN

  Be careful; be very careful. What I have told you may not be true. In my profession …

  GRANDMA

  Shhhhhh.

  (The YOUNG MAN bows his head, in acquiescence)

  Someone … to be more precise … who might have turned out to be very much like you might have turned out to be. And … unless I’m terribly mistaken … you’ve found yourself a job.

  YOUNG MAN

  What are my duties?

  MRS. BARKER

  (Off stage)

  Yoo-hoo! Yoo-hoo!

  GRANDMA

  Oh-oh. You’ll … you’ll have to play it by ear, my dear … unless I get a chance to talk to you again. I’ve got to go into my act, now.

  YOUNG MAN

  But, I …

  GRANDMA

  Yoo-hoo!

  MRS. BARKER

  (Coming through archway)

  Yoo-hoo … oh, there you are, Grandma. I’m glad to see somebody. I can’t find Mommy or Daddy.

  (Double takes)

  Well … who’s this?

  GRANDMA

  This? Well … uh … oh, this is the … uh … the van man. That’s who it is … the van man.

  MRS. BARKER

  So! It’s true! They did call the van man. They are having you carted away.

  GRANDMA

  (Shrugging)

  Well, you know. It figures.

  MRS. BARKER

  (To YOUNG MAN )

  How dare you cart this poor old woman away!

  YOUNG MAN

  (After a quick look at GRANDMA, who nods)

  I do what I’m paid to do. I don’t ask any questions.

  MRS. BARKER

  (After a brief pause)

  Oh.

  (Pause)

  Well, you’re quite right, of course, and I shouldn’t meddle.

  GRANDMA

  (To YOUNG MAN )

  Dear, will you take my things out to the van?

  (She points to the boxes)

  YOUNG MAN

  (After only the briefest hesitation)

  Why certainly.

  GRANDMA

  (As the YOUNG MAN takes up half the boxes, exits by the front door)

  Isn’t that a nice young van man?

  MRS. BARKER

  (Shaking her head in disbelief, watching the YOUNG MAN exit)

  Unh-hunh … some things have changed for the better. I remember when I had my mother carted off … the van man who came for her wasn’t anything near as nice as this one.

  GRANDMA

  Oh, did you have your mother carted off, too?

  MRS. BARKER (Cheerfully)

  Why certainly! Didn’t you?

  GRANDMA (Puzzling)

  No … no, I didn’t. At least, I can’t remember. Listen dear; I got to talk to you for a second.

  MRS. BARKER

  Why certainly, Grandma.

  GRANDMA

  Now, listen.

  MRS. BARKER

  Yes, Grandma. Yes.

  GRANDMA

  Now listen carefully. You got this dilemma here with Mommy and Daddy …

  MRS. BARKER

  Yes! I wonder wh
ere they’ve gone to.

  GRANDMA

  They’ll be back in. Now, LISTEN!

  MRS. BARKER

  Oh, I’m sorry.

  GRANDMA

  Now, you got this dilemma here with Mommy and Daddy, and I think I got the way out for you.

  (The YOUNG MAN re-enters through the front door)

  Will you take the rest of my things out now, dear?

  (To MRS. BARKER, while the YOUNG MAN takes the rest of the boxes, exits again by the front door)

  Fine. Now listen, dear.

  (She begins to whisper in MRS. BARKER’s ear)

  MRS. BARKER

  Oh! Oh! Oh! I don’t think I could … do you really think I could? Well, why not? What a wonderful idea … what an absolutely wonderful idea!

  GRANDMA

  Well, yes, I thought it was.

  MRS. BARKER

  And you so old!

  GRANDMA

  Heh, heh, heh.

  MRS. BARKER

  Well, I think it’s absolutely marvelous, anyway. I’m going to find Mommy and Daddy right now.

  GRANDMA

  Good. You do that.

  MRS. BARKER

  Well, now. I think I will say good-by. I can’t thank you enough.

  (She starts to exit through the archway)

  GRANDMA

  You’re welcome. Say it!

  MRS. BARKER

  Huh? What?

  GRANDMA

  Say good-by.

  MRS. BARKER

  Oh. Good-by.

  (She exits)

  Mommy! I say, Mommy! Daddy!

  GRANDMA

  Good-by.

  (By herself now, she looks about)

  Ah me.

  (Shakes her head)

  Ah me.

  (Takes in the room)

  Good-by.

  (The YOUNG MAN re-enters)

  Oh, hello, there.

  YOUNG MAN

  All the boxes are outside.

  GRANDMA

  (A little sadly)

  I don’t know why I bother to take them with me. They don’t have much in them … some old letters, a couple of regrets … Pekinese … blind at that … the television … my Sunday teeth … eighty-six years of living … some sounds … a few images, a little garbled by now … and, well …

  (She shrugs)

  … you know … the things one accumulates.

  YOUNG MAN

  Can I get you … a cab, or something?

  GRANDMA

  Oh no, dear … thank you just the same. I’ll take it from here.

  YOUNG MAN

  And what shall I do now?

  GRANDMA

  Oh, you stay here, dear. It will all become clear to you. It will be explained. You’ll understand.

  YOUNG MAN

  Very well.

  GRANDMA

  (After one more look about)

  Well …

  YOUNG MAN

  Let me see you to the elevator.

  GRANDMA

  Oh … that would be nice, dear.

  (They both exit by the front door, slowly)

  (Enter MRS. BARKER, followed by MOMMY and DADDY )

  MRS. BARKER

  … and I’m happy to tell you that the whole thing’s settled. Just like that.

  MOMMY

  Oh, we’re so glad. We were afraid there might be a problem, what with delays, and all.

  DADDY

  Yes, we re very relieved.

  MRS. BARKER

  Well, now; that’s what professional women are for.

  MOMMY

  Why … where’s Grandma? Grandma’s not here! Where’s Grandma? And look! The boxes are gone, too. Grandma’s gone, and so are the boxes. She’s taken off and she’s stolen something! Daddy!

  MRS. BARKER

  Why, Mommy, the van man was here.

  MOMMY

  (Startled)

  The what?

  MRS. BARKER

  The van man. The van man was here.

  (The lights might dim a little, suddenly)

  MOMMY

  (Shakes her head)

  No, that’s impossible.

  MRS. BARKER

  Why, I saw him with my own two eyes.

  MOMMY

  (Near tears)

  No, no, that’s impossible. No. There’s no such thing as the van man. There is no van man. We … we made him up. Grandma? Grandma?

  DADDY

  (Moving to MOMMY)

  There, there, now.

  MOMMY

  Oh Daddy … where’s Grandma?

  DADDY

  There, there, now.

  (While DADDY is comforting MOMMY, GRANDMA comes out, stage right, near the footlights)

  GRANDMA

  (To the audience)

  Shhhhhh! I want to watch this.

  (She motions to MRS. BARKER, who, with a secret smile, tiptoes to the front door and opens it. The YOUNG MAN is framed therein. Lights up full again as he steps into the room)

  MRS. BARKER

  Surprise! Surprise! Here we are!

  MOMMY

  What? What?

  DADDY

  Hm? What?

  MOMMY

  (Her tears merely sniffles now)

  What surprise?

  MRS. BARKER

  Why, I told you. The surprise I told you about.

  DADDY

  You … you know, Mommy.

  MOMMY

  Sur … prise?

  DADDY

  (Urging her to cheerfulness)

  You remember, Mommy; why we asked … uh … what’s-her-name to come here?

  MRS. BARKER

  Mrs. Barker, if you don’t mind.

  DADDY

  Yes. Mommy? You remember now? About the bumble … about wanting satisfaction?

  MOMMY

  (Her sorrow turning into delight)

  Yes. Why yes! Of course! Yes! Oh, how wonderful!

  MRS. BARKER

  (To the YOUNG MAN )

  This is Mommy.

  YOUNG MAN

  How … how do you do?

  MRS. BARKER

  (Stage whisper)

  Her name’s Mommy.

  YOUNG MAN

  How … how do you do, Mommy?

  MOMMY

  Well! Hello there!

  MRS. BARKER

  (To the YOUNG MAN )

  And that is Daddy.

  YOUNG MAN

  How do you do, sir?

  DADDY

  How do you do?

  MOMMY

  (Herself again, circling the young man, feeling his arm, poking him)

  Yes, sir! Yes, sirree! Now this is more like it. Now this is a great deal more like it! Daddy! Come see. Come see if this isn’t a great deal more like it.

  DADDY

  I … I can see from here, Mommy. It does look a great deal more like it.

  MOMMY

  Yes, sir. Yes sirree! Mrs. Barker, I don’t know how to thank you.

  MRS. BARKER

  Oh, don’t worry about that. I’ll send you a bill in the mail.

  MOMMY

  What this really calls for is a celebration. It calls for a drink.

  MRS. BARKER

  Oh, what a nice idea.

  MOMMY

  There’s some sauterne in the kitchen.

  YOUNG MAN

  I’ll go.

  MOMMY

  Will you? Oh, how nice. The kitchen’s through the archway there.

  (As the YOUNG MAN exits: to MRS. BARKER)

  He’s very nice. Really top notch; much better than the other one.

  MRS. BARKER

  I’m glad you’re pleased. And I’m glad everything’s all straightened out.

  MOMMY

  Well, at least we know why we sent for you. We’re glad that’s cleared up. By the way, what’s his name?

  MRS. BARKER

  Ha! Call him whatever you like. He’s yours. Call him what you called the other one.

  MOMMY

&nb
sp; Daddy? What did we call the other one?

  DADDY

  (Puzzles)

  Why …

  YOUNG MAN

  (Re-entering with a tray on which are a bottle of sauterne and five glasses)

  Here we are!

  MOMMY

  Hooray! Hooray!

  MRS. BARKER

  Oh, good!

  MOMMY

  (Moving to the tray)

  So, let’s— Five glasses? Why five? There are only four of us. Why five?

  YOUNG MAN

  (Catches GRANDMA’s eye; GRANDMA indicates she is not there)

  Oh, I’m sorry.

  MOMMY

  You must learn to count. We’re a wealthy family, and you must learn to count.

  YOUNG MAN

  I will.

  MOMMY

  Well, everybody take a glass.

  (They do)

  And we’ll drink to celebrate. To satisfaction! Who says you can’t get satisfaction these days!

  MRS. BARKER

  What dreadful sauterne!

  MOMMY

  Yes, isn’t it?

  (To YOUNG MAN, her voice already a little fuzzy from the wine)

  You don’t know how happy I am to see you! Yes sirree. Listen, that time we had with … with the other one. I’ll tell you about it some time.

  (Indicates MRS. BARKER)

  I’ll tell you all about it.

  (Sidles up to him a little)

  Maybe … maybe later tonight.

  YOUNG MAN

  (Not moving away)

  Why yes. That would be very nice.

  MOMMY

  (Puzzles)

  Something familiar about you … you know that? I can’t quite place it. …

  GRANDMA

  (Interrupting … to audience)

  Well, I guess that just about wraps it up. I mean, for better or worse, this is a comedy, and I don’t think we’d better go any further. No, definitely not. So, let’s leave things as they are right now … while everybody’s happy … while everybody’s got what he wants … or everybody’s got what he thinks he wants. Good night, dears.

  CURTAIN

 

 

 


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