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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.