10

DR: Gloria.

Gloria is a withered, old prune, but more vivacious than ever. She moves with amazing rapidity even though her skin is tissue thin and she looks frail.

McNan: You can’t escape your past, Trevor, and I’m it. So let me in.

She tosses DR. a flask which he catches without flinching. Like clockwork, he opens his desk drawer, pulls out a metallic shaker and pours the concoction into it. Trevor stands sickened.

Trevor: I don’t want to talk to either of you. I hate this fucking world.

McNan: Too bad you’re seventeen. Too bad when I close this door and lock it, (She gives the Doctor a look. He tosses her the keys. She closes the door and shuts it up.) you won’t be able to leave. Legally.

Trevor: Too bad when they find your remains, you won’t be alive. And you won’t die legally either.

McNan: Pookie. Is that anyway to talk to your mother?

Trevor: You aren’t my mother.

McNan: I’m your guardian. You are my child. Refill, please. (Same stick with the flask again.)

DR: (as he pours) I made this last night. I brew a lot of my own wine.

McNan: I tell you, our electricity is amazing. Trevor this man does wonders for my headaches. Trust in him. Mommy does. I mean darling, Trevor, once you see the doctor, we’ll begin to get things straightened out. Come sit by Mommy.

Trevor: No. No. I didn’t come from that smelly womb. You crazy stinking old bat!

Trevor goes ballistic and starts to throw things in the room. He clears the doctor’s desk and there is quite a scuffle. Gloria drinks her drink and remains calm. The Doctor is visibly frightened by Trevor’s insane rage. Nothing really seems to hit Gloria, the receptionist enters to see what the matter is.

Receptionist: G, is ever- Oh my God.

Receptionist takes cover.

McNan: (raising her voice slightly) Don’t worry everything is under control.

Gloria’s hands go into her purse. Trevor sees a large volume of Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina on G’s bookshelf and ponders throwing it. In this slight pause, Ms. McNan has taken the time to concisely stab Trevor’s arm with a syringe. In a matter of seconds, he collapses unconscious.

McNan: Once you realize you have a boy like him, it’s always good to have a horse tranquilizer on hand.

The receptionist stares.

McNan: (to Patty) What? What flew up your arse and died? (to DR) I need another drink, electro-magnet. (back to Patty) What? You want some? I think I have needle with your name on it.

Receptionist: Oh no, I’m sorry.

DR: That’ll be all, Patty. Thank you, you may go.

Receptionist: Thanks.

Receptionist exits.

DR: Gloria, don’t worry about her. She’s new. She doesn’t know how anything works around here. She’s not familiar with the atmosphere of a Doctor’s office. I might have to let her go though. She’s quite. . .how shall I say. . .boring?

McNan: I think quite. Yes, quite is a good word. Maybe quite, quite boring. Anyways. . .