Let Go

(Lights up. The phone rings in

JOHN's bedroom, he

stirs, waking, and picks

up.)

JOHN:

Hello?

VOICE:

Hey John, it's Perry at the store.

JOHN:

Oh, Perry, what's up?

PERRY:

Well, John, I got your note about not coming in Sunday again. What's going on?

JOHN:

It's a college meeting I have to go to. Something about tuition and financial aide and whatnot.

PERRY:

Uh huh. And where is it?

JOHN:

Down in Portland. On Fore Street.

PERRY:

Right... well, we really need you in on Sundays.

JOHN:

Well, I understand, but like I wrote in my note, Sundays are just really hectic for me, and the store's really never busy then, plus Steve is in to do my job. I didn't figure it was a big deal.

PERRY:

Well, the weekends are our busiest time–

JOHN:

But I just said–

PERRY:

So if you can't come in Sundays it's... just not going to work out.

JOHN:

What?

PERRY:

Just not going to work out.

JOHN:

But what's that even mean?

PERRY:

Not going to work out.

JOHN:

That just sounds like you're breaking up with me.

PERRY:

Can't work out.

JOHN:

So... what?

PERRY:

I'll let you know.

JOHN:

About what? I don't understand what–

PERRY:

Thanks, goodbye.

(PERRY hangs up.)

JOHN:

...the fuck?

(Lights fade.)