12@12NOON presents Maid of Honor by Debbie Minter Jackson. Part 1 of 2.
JAIME, 50’s, executive, driven, on the phone, organizing her husband’s funeral. CHAUNDRA, frazzled, was Jaime’s Maid of Honor.
JAIME: I paid for a fountain and you damn well better get me one that works! Hold on. The funeral home people are knocking.
JAIME: opens door, turns away. Working fountain. Now. Bye. Mr. Wellington…Wait. What the … Chaundra? What are you doing here?
Jaime backs away from her, stumbles over furniture, Chaundra grabs her.
CHAUNDRA: Are you okay!? I know it’s been awhile, but I had to come. Reggie meant the world to me—but you already know that.
JAIME: You could have called.
CHAUNDRA: What, and risk you telling me to go to hell? No, I had to take my chances and just get here. I didn’t mean for it to happen.
JAIME: What, showing up out of the blue from nowhere unannounced, or having an affair with my husband?
CHAUNDRA: (shocked and disturbed) He told you?
JAIME: No, he never admitted it, but couldn’t quite deny it either. Now we can all go on with our lives.
CHAUNDRA: It’s not what you think. That’s why I couldn’t call. I couldn’t figure out a way to tell you, to say anything.
JAIME: What’s there to say? He’s dead. You both betrayed me. I’m moving on and done with saying anything. To anybody, including you.
CHAUNDRA: No, there’s a lot more to say!
Maid of Honor © by Debbie Minter Jackson.