Room Page #2
MA:
Sorry, I already asked for jeans
for you for Sunday Treat.
He swallows his disappointment.
JACK:
I'm going to grow and grow till I'm
a giant. Look, Ma. Look how big my
superpowers are already.
He makes a tiny bicep. Ma musters enthusiasm at the prospect
of him growing up.
MA:
You’ll be as strong as Samson soon.
JACK:
(holding up his long hair)
Huger every day.
MA:
Gigantic.
JACK:
Enormous. Hugeormous.
MA:
Good word sandwich.
He starts leaping around the room, moving gracefully between
all the familiar obstacles.
JACK:
I'm going to be Jack the Giant
Giant-Killer and burst out of
Skylight into Space with my dog
Lucky and boing boing boing between
all the planets...
A little later, playing 'Track'. The rug is draped over the
table on the bed. They run back and forward on a worn C, both
of them training hard, like athletes.
Later, the furniture is back in place. Jack picks Dylan the
Digger from his stack, which includes Pop-Up Airport, My Big
Book of Nursery Rhymes, The Runaway Bunny, Alice in
Wonderland. (He ignores the adult books -The Da Vinci Code,
Twilight, The Guardian, Bittersweet Love, The Shack.)
Ma can't hide her revulsion at Dylan the Digger again.
MA:
Come on, you can read Dylan
yourself.
JACK:
I can read them all but I like when
you do.
Ma recites animatedly. Jack turns the board pages, not
noticing that Ma's eyes are shut as she reads from memory.
MA:
Heeeeeeeere's Dylan, the sturdy
digger! / The loads he shovels get
bigger and bigger. / Watch his long
arm delve into the earth, / No
excavator so loves to munch dirt.
Later, Jack blows the second of two small eggs, keeping the
shell intact. Beating butter and sugar, Ma keeps up their
Rhyme game.
MA:
Our friend Table... just isn't
able.
Jack pours the eggs into her bowl of butter and sugar.
JACK:
Our friend Spoon, sings to the
moon.
Ma beats the eggs in.
MA:
Our friend Knife runs for his life.
She winces in pain, and shakes out her right wrist. Jack
notices and takes over, beating the batter for her.
(CONTINUED)
7 CONTINUED:
7Later:
Ma strings the shells onto the needle tongue of theirEggsnake, made of eggshells crayoned, given paper clothes,
foil crowns, colored wool for hair... Eggsnake is hundreds
of eggs long.
A little later. The birthday cake is small, brown, plain.
Ma makes a 5 with thin white icing.
MA:
Abracadabra!
JACK:
Now the candles.
Reading her face, his crumples.
JACK (CONT’D)
You said a birthday cake for real.
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