Aftertaste Page #17

Season #1 Episode #1

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better test a bottle first. You know, to

make sure it’s of quality. I think we need

one more glass of wine before coffee,

anyway, don’t you agree?

MELODY RAE:

Uh, y-e-e-eah! Hello?!

(examining the wine label)

Where in the world did you find such an

exorbitant French wine?

KAT:

The internet, I order all my wine online.

I’m lazy. Besides, if you order in bulk,

it’s actually cheaper.

(swirls a small sampling of wine

in her glass, leans her nose

into it, takes a deep sniff and

a small sip)

This varietal has a dense and velvety

texture. I’m getting a hint of coffee with

a well-integrated new wood taste.

MELODY RAE:

I’m getting...drunk.

Kat laughs.

MELODY RAE:

But seriously, Kat, how’d you know that?

You sound like Mister S. Are you taking

some wine-ology course I’m unaware of?

KAT:

Ha! I sound educated, huh? No, I just

recently started ordering the Wine

Enthusiast magazine. Though, I do want to

have my own vineyard someday, actually.

MELODY RAE:

Oh really, how very French of you. You know

if you own a vineyard, you’ll be seeing a

lot more of me.

KAT:

Good, you can help me squash grapes. I read

it takes approximately six to eight hundred

grapes to make one bottle of wine.

MELODY RAE:

No way! Seriously?! That’s nuts.

KAT:

I know! But how fun to be able to make your

own wine, right?!

MELODY RAE:

Count me in!

Kat opens her refrigerator, removing a small plate of rich

New York style cheesecake and a container of fresh

blueberries, retrieves two small plates along with two forks off the countertop and sets everything on the kitchen table. She then peers out through the French doors.

KAT:

Hey, wanna motivate inside? I don’t know

about you, but it’s gettin’ a bit chilly

for me out there.

MELODY RAE:

All right.

Melody Rae stands, stacks their plates and utensils, and slowly brings everything inside to the kitchen sink.

Kat is pouring fresh blueberries over each cheesecake slice while Melody Rae rinses the plates, forks, knives, spatula

and pans, and then loads everything into the dishwasher. Kat pours water into the coffee pot, presses the on button and sits. Melody Rae sits and flips through the legal pad,

locating Kyle.

KAT:

Whose next?

MELODY RAE:

Kyle.

KAT:

All right, before we talk about Kyle, I

have to check on Brooklyn. So, quick give

(CONTINUED)

me the rundown on Peter. What did you

write? Something about booze I imagine.

MELODY RAE:

(flipping back to Peter)

Okay. After the flaky yellow fin tuna,

Peter, I could no longer smell Listerine,

or hear the song ‘Alcohol’ by Brad Paisley,

or taste Jack Daniel’s whiskey without

being left with a bitter and dishonest

aftertaste. Sounds about right?

KAT:

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, that totally fits.

What else?

Melody Rae snatches The Secret Language of Relationships book.

MELODY RAE:

Oh yeah, remember...everything would be the

same with Peter as Willie. They had the

same birthday. So, yeah, it’s all the same.

Best at:
family. Weaknesses: exhausting,

oscillating, impermanent. Yep. They were

identical, both born on the nineteenth of

June 1969.

KAT:

Holy Toledo, that’s right! Stay away from

Gemini’s, girl.

MELODY RAE:

I plan to. Well, at least the ones born on

the nineteenth of June. I can’t stay away

from all Gemini’s. Come on! There’s some

awesome Gemini’s out there!

(beat)

Kat go pee already!

Melody Rae opens her purse to retrieve her hair pick,

compact, blush and lipstick. She powders her face, revitalizes her cheeks and lips, and neatens her curls with a hair pick. After she returns the maquillage to her purse, she goes to the kitchen sink, washes her hands and noticing a new bottle of emollient on the counter: L’Occitane en Provence, she squeezes a tiny droplet on her hands. Kat scoots past her and sprints up the stairs. Picking up

her near empty glass of red wine she leans up against the

banister of the stairway and takes a miniscule sip drifting into deeper feelings of sadness about Peter.

REVEAL (DAYDREAM): Peter laughs at Melody Rae’s clumsiness, as she spills her drink on the account she is talking with her hands, and then stares at her in an altruistic way misleading her to believe he is crazy in love.

As Kat tramples down the staircase, she taps Melody Rae’s head knocking her into the present.

KAT:

Brooklyn’s fast asleep.

(beat)

Ever since I left my ex-fiancé, Troy, and

moved to this cottage, Brooklyn has had a

difficult time sleeping.

Kat takes a deep breath, turns, and walks down the

hallway past the kitchen and out of sight, and then returns with a laundry basket full of Brooklyn’s clothes. She begins sorting through them, separating the lights from the darks on a side table next to her retro stackable washer and dryer unit hid behind a pocket door. Melody Rae reaches for the laundry soap box.

MELODY RAE:

Do you want me to help you with that?

KAT:

(head in her hands)

No...I’m sorry. I don’t actually feel like

doing laundry. It’s just so difficult to

see Brooklyn miss Troy is all. I am so

done with him and, yet, it’s too soon to

introduce Steven to her, you know? Not that

that would fix anything. I just want her to

have a male figure in her life to feel

secure and grounded.

Melody puts an empathetic hand on Kat’s shoulder. Kat sighs, shoves the laundry basket aside and walks toward the kitchen table.

KAT:

I don’t want to talk about me. Tell me

about Kyle, I don’t really remember him. I

think I was busy with my own group of

friends at the time, though, I do recall

when I did see you, you seemed unhappier

than I’ve ever known you to be.

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