Scene Eleven


Diane’s back porch, a week later. At rise, JIMMY MOORE is alone on stage keeping vigil by the screen door. It is a rare pitch black night outside, and we can see only the barest outline of the coconut palms. The lights in the living room spill out to the porch, and we can hear a buzz of conversation. Then SHARLENE enters from the interior and marches to Jimmy.
SHARLENE
Chuck wants you.

JIMMY

I can’t now.

SHARLENE

He wants you to tell Ham exactly what Mrs. Fell said.

JIMMY

Chuck knows what Mrs. Fell said. He was there.

SHARLENE

He wants it verified.

JIMMY

Later.

SHARLENE

He says now.

JIMMY

Leave me alone.

SHARLENE

Will you come away from that door?

JIMMY

Diane appointed me to watch for Rosalie.

SHARLENE

She didn’t appoint you. You volunteered.

JIMMY

Someone has to watch for Rosalie.

SHARLENE

How come it’s always you?

JIMMY

Leave me alone.

SHARLENE

Any time she wants to drive anywhere, all she’s gotta do is pick up the phone, dial your number and zippo! There you are! You’d think you were Cinderella’s pumpkin or something.

JIMMY

I said leave me alone.

SHARLENE

I think someone should inform you, Jimmy Moore, that everybody is saying you are making an absolute fool of yourself.

JIMMY

It’s not everybody…it’s you. And you’d be the last person in the world to understand kindness.

SHARLENE

Kindness, my foot!

JIMMY

Everybody knows Ham is gonna pin Rosalie tonight.

SHARLENE

Then tomorrow I guess you’ll be over to my house again...sticking your oversized head into our refrigerator and Indian wrestling with my father.

JIMMY

I won’t be over tomorrow, and I won’t be Indian wrestling with your old man. I wish to Pete he’d leave me alone. He’s the only guy in town even I can throw.

SHARLENE

If you think I’m going to take you back…

JIMMY

Who the hell’s asking you to?

SHARLENE

Don’t you use language like that to me, Jimmy Moore!

JIMMY

Who the hell’s asking you to?

SHARLENE

All right. Just you wait and see. Just you wait and see exactly how big a fool you’re making of yourself. Just you wait till Betty Claire gets here. (DIANE opens the porch door and enters, vigorously wiping her feet on the mat.)
DIANE
That’s what we’re all waiting for…Betty Claire. I told her eight o’clock sharp. Everybody else is here. She knows it’s a surprise "pinning party" for Rosalie.

SHARLENE

Betty Claire has her own little surprise for Rosalie.

DIANE

What do you mean?

SHARLENE

Oh, nothing. (Suddenly we hear a loud wail from the living room and HAM bursts onto the porch, rushing to Jimmy.)
HAM
Is that right? Is that what Mrs. Fell said? That Rosalie and Art aren’t speaking?!

JIMMY

The whole family and Art.

HAM

I’m not going through with it! I‘m not going through with it!

DIANE

You are too going through with it.

HAM

What good is it gonna do to go steady with her now? I can just see getting off the plane and being hit in the head with a football.

DIANE

What the devil are you talking about?

HAM

                                       (beginning to bawl)
Not only won’t he even look at me, he’ll probably pull all kindsa tricks. He’ll probably put a metal dummy in place of the stuffed one and I’ll break my shoulder and never play again! (DICK and DODIE appear in the living room doorway followed by ZONA and BUS.)
DIANE
Will you stop this nonsense!

HAM

It’s not nonsense. Ask Chuck if it’s nonsense.

DIANE

Chuck Hatfield, get in here! And stop crying, for Christ’s sake!

HAM

I’m not crying! (CHUCK appears in the doorway, meandering self-confidently toward Diane. He has already had three drinks.)
DIANE
Oh, God! I told Bessie to lock the liquor cabinet. What have you been telling him?

CHUCK

We’ve been talking boy-talk.

DIANE

Cut that out. Rosalie’s going to be here any minute.

CHUCK

If girls can talk girl-talk, boys can talk boy-talk.

DIANE

Will you tell him that Art Knopf is not going to have his shoulder broken so he’ll never be able to play football again!

CHUCK

Art Knopf is not going to have your shoulder broken so you’ll never be able to play football again. He’s gonna have your friggin’ leg broken!

DODIE

Chuck…

DIANE

Jimmy! Dick! Bus! Somebody get him out of here…and hide the liquor.

                                     (DICK and BUS start leading Chuck to the living room.)

CHUCK

Boy, some day some guy’s gonna get into her and have his peter frozen off.

                                     (THEY exit. DIANE whirls on Ham.)

DIANE

You stop this!

HAM

I’m not going through with it!

DIANE

If you dare…if you dare back out, I’m going to tell Mrs. Glass you’ve been writing your Spanish vocabulary in the creases of your elbow just like Art Knopf did with his trig answers.

HAM

You better not, Diane Wolfe.

DODIE

Diane, wait. Ham, just because Rosalie and Art aren’t speaking now doesn’t mean they won’t be speaking.

DIANE

She writes him on the sly. She sends food parcels when her parents aren’t watching.

DODIE

Have you ever heard of members of a family not speaking for two years?

HAM

Yeah. Chuck and his sister.

DIANE

Dodie’s talking about normal people.

HAM

What’s so normal about Rosalie Knopf?

DIANE

You’re thinking of the old Rosalie.

HAM

No, I’m not. I’m thinking about the same Rosalie you’re thinking about…the one I took to the Christmas Dance.

DIANE

She looked beautiful at the Christmas Dance.

HAM

I don’t care how she looked. It was like dancing with a giant green Popsicle.

DIANE

It was not.

HAM

How do you know? You didn’t dance with her.

DIANE

You listen to me. This party is being given because you have finally received your replacement Key Club pin. And you are going to give that pin to Rosalie the very moment after we finish ‘Happy Pinning to You".

HAM

I don’t want to pin her!

DIANE

If you don’t…if you…

DODIE

Diane…

HAM

I’ve never wanted to pin her.

JIMMY

I want to pin her!
                                (THE OTHERS turn to stare at him.)
I’ve got my Key Club pin right here.

ZONA

You’re not allowed to. You’re Race Gentry.

JIMMY

Huh?

DIANE

Ham is going to pin Rosalie.

JIMMY

But he doesn’t want to. And I do.

DIANE

No, Jimmy…

ZONA

It’s a pinning party, and someone should pin her.

JIMMY

Me! Let me!

SHARLENE

Stop acting like a fool.

JIMMY

Let Rosalie decide herself.

DIANE

This is just silly.

JIMMY

No, it’s not. She’s always calling me up to drive her places. She could call other people to drive her places, but she doesn’t. She calls me.

ZONA

Why don’t we put it to a vote?

JIMMY

And she’s no Popsicle. She’s mysterious. Can’t you tell the difference?

HAM

You never danced with her either.

JIMMY

I did, too. I took her to the Pep Club Dance because Sharlene asked me to.

SHARLENE

I had to beg you to!

JIMMY

She said I was the first boy she ever danced with!

HAM

And she wasn’t a Popsicle?

JIMMY

Heck, no! She was just quiet and aloof.

HAM

She was?

JIMMY

And she gets more aloof as time goes by. You never know what’s going on inside. The more enthusiastic you get about something, the more bored she gets.

HAM

Yeah?

JIMMY

Then all of a sudden she’ll start talking…talking on and on and laughing and running her fingers through her hair and telling the best sick jokes you ever heard…then all at once…zippo! She just clams up and looks mysterious. Seniors have been trying to date her.

HAM

Who, for instance?

JIMMY

Sonny Stroubie, for instance.

SHARLENE

Sonny Stroubie! He’s the treasurer of the Senior Class!

HAM

Sonny Stroubie.

JIMMY

Let me pin her, Diane.

HAM

No. I’ll pin her.

JIMMY

No, Diane. Me.

HAM

I said I’ll pin her.

JIMMY

He doesn’t even appreciate her.

HAM

I do, too.

                                      (A car is heard driving up. DIANE goes to the door and peers out.)

DIANE

That’s the Knopf's car…the front fender is torn off. Come on, everybody! Out with the lights! (From the living room come BABS, BIFF, BUS, EVIE, RICKIE and DOUG who join the others.)
EVIE
Diane…Chuck’s passed out.

BABS

He’s sprawled out all over your vicuna rug.

DIANE

Oh, leave him there. And douse those lights.

                                         (Lights go off and the porch is almost pitch black.)

DIANE

Rosalie?

ROSALIE

Yes, Diane.

DIANE

In here.

ROSALIE

I can’t see a thing.

DIANE

The lights just went out. I’ll have to get a fuse. (We can see Rosalie’s outline as SHE enters. Then the GROUP, with the exception of SHARLENE, bursts into song, the lights go on and ROSALIE is standing at the door looking more than ever like Diane.)
EVERYBODY
Happy pinning to you!
Happy pinning to you!
Happy pinning, dear Rosalie,
Happy pinning to you!
 
(The GROUP applauds. HAM steps forward, his Key Club pin in his huge fingers. HE reaches out and clumsily tries to pin it on Rosalie’s dress.)
ROSALIE
No!

HAM

What?

ROSALIE

I’m sorry, Ham. I can’t accept it.

HAM

Whatdya mean? I got the new one just for you!
                                      (to Diane)
I got the one you made me get with the pearls in the "K". I coulda polished the corroded one.

ROSALIE

This is all very sweet of you, but…

DIANE

Let me speak to Rosalie alone. You all go inside and put on some records and dance.

                                       (The GROUP begins to exit to the living room. JIMMY takes off his own pin.)

JIMMY

I got mine.

DIANE

Go dance, Jimmy.

                                       (HE turns reluctantly and follows the others.)

HAM

                                       (to Rickie)
It was just a little green around the edges. (THEY exit. In a moment we can hear softly in the background the Perez Prado recording of "Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White".)
ROSALIE
Oh, Diane, don’t think I’m not grateful. This is all simply wonderful.

DIANE

Why won’t you accept Ham’s pin?

ROSALIE

Sonny Stroubie’s asked me to the Valentine Dance, and he’s important, Diane. He’s the vocalist with the school band and he’s treasurer of his class and he’s a senior.

DIANE

I had to hear that from someone else.

ROSALIE

I would have told you first, Diane. You know that. But it only happened yesterday. And your phone’s been busy all afternoon.

DIANE

Yes, it has, as a matter of fact. You can still go to the Valentine Dance with Sonny Stroubie.

ROSALIE

But I’ll be pinned to Ham.

DIANE

Oh, Rosalie, being pinned isn’t being married! Give it back in two weeks. The important thing is having been pinned…not how long. Take Margot Robertson. She’s pretty stupid about most things but not about that. She’s been pinned at one time or almost every boy in that room. Now she’s going through the seniors like a dose of salts.

ROSALIE

Don’t the boys mind?

DIANE

Of course they mind. That’s why so many came over to my side when the chips were down. But you can’t worry about that. Sometimes it’s a race to see who’ll give the pin back first. You’ve heard about Margot’s collection of elephants?

ROSALIE

Mrs. Fell told me.

DIANE

Every single one of those elephants has been given to her by boys she’s gone steady with. I’m told it’s the most impressive collection of elephants in Southern Florida. I know how you feel about Ham. I feel the same way. It’s as if if you split him up the middle, cold Oatmeal would come oozing out. But he is one of our top athletes, and his father is the Seashell King, so just hold your breath for two weeks. That’s it! Why don’t you start collecting seashells like Margot collects elephants? No. Seashells are so commonplace. I know! Antique music boxes. My father’s second wife collected them.

ROSALIE

Diane. How come you’ve never been pinned?

DIANE

Just one of those things I guess…
                               (A bit embarrassed, DIANE hurries to the living room door.)
Ham! Everybody! Come back in here.

                              (The GROUP files in. ROSALIE approaches Ham. Outside a car is heard.)

ROSALIE

I’ve thought it over, Ham, and you can pin me.

HAM

Well, I…
                                (Reluctantly, HE removes the pin from his lapel and pins it on Rosalie.)
Now you gotta wear it wherever you go. On trips and things. To Oklahoma, for instance.

DIANE

Now that you’ve given Rosalie your pin, Ham, I think you ought to give her an antique music box.

HAM

Huh?

DIANE

Rosalie is starting a collection.

                              (A car door slams.)

HAM

I can get you a seashell music box. You hold it up to your ear and shake it. And instead of hearing the sea, you hear a French song called "The Sea".

                              (BETTY CLAIRE enters through the porch door, clutching a folded sheet of paper.)

DIANE

Well, Betty Claire Richmond! And only forty-five minutes late.

BETTY CLAIRE

Don’t start on me, Diane Wolfe…

DIANE

You knew this was a surprise party for Rosalie.

BETTY CLAIRE

I have my own surprise for Rosalie. Everybody, I want you to see my surprise! Where’s Chuck?

DIANE

Passed out as usual.

BETTY CLAIRE

Poor Chuck. He’s been workin’ so hard. Bus, will you be an angel and wake Chuck up and bring him here?
                              (BUS exits through the living room door.)
I can’t really stay, Diane. I just dropped by for a second to give Rosalie my surprise. I’ve got another party to go to.

DIANE

What other party?  (BUS arrives in the doorway with a very groggy CHUCK. BETTY CLAIRE unfolds the paper in her hand.)
BETTY CLAIRE
This is for you, Rosalie. I got it in the mail this mornin’. It’s from Klaus Stanko, the coach o’ the football team at the University o’ Oklahoma.
                            (reading)
"Dear Miss Richmond. In reply to your letter concernin’ research on your book on famous football players in the country today, here is the information you requested on Art Knopf."

DODIE

Betty Claire!

BETTY CLAIRE

"He was born in McPherson, Kansas, April 14, 1937. When he was three years old his parents were killed in a tornado by flyin’ debris, and he spent most of his subsequent youth in an orphanage in Kansas City. He has no livin’ relatives named Knopf…"

ROSALIE

That’s a lie!

BETTY CLAIRE

"…only one distant cousin in Topeka named Grabmire. His hobbies are football, ice hockey, wrestlin’ and readin’. His favorite color is blue. His…"

ROSALIE

Just ask my father if that’s not a lie!

DIANE

                                          (snatching the letter)
Let me see that. Why, it doesn’t even have a letterhead or a signature. And it’s typed on your pink portable!

BETTY CLAIRE

It’s a copy, Diane. You don’t think I’d bring the original over, do you?

ROSALIE

You’re not going to believe her!

DIANE

Of course we’re not! Perhaps the group would rather hear a true story about Betty Claire’s "aristocratic" background in Macon…

BETTY CLAIRE

I thought you’d pull somethin’ like that…

DIANE

You know that plantation she’s always talking about? The one those niggers…

BETTY CLAIRE

                                         (raising her voice above Diane’s)
You all just wait one second.
                                         (opening the porch door and calling)
You can come in now!

                                         (The car door slams.)

ROSALIE

You can ask my father if it’s not true. There. You can call him right now.

BETTY CLAIRE

Your father is a liar! You come from a whole family of liars!

DIANE

Don’t you dare!

                                         (The porch door opens, and DAVID DUBIN, dressed for a party, enters.)

BETTY CLAIRE

You all know David Dubin.

                                          (DAVID nods amiably at the group. ROSALIE is shocked.)

BETTY CLAIRE

He’s come to testify in behalf o’ truth and justice. Haven’t you, David? Now raise your right and swear that what you are about to say is the truth, the whole truth and nothin’ but the truth so help you God.

DAVID

So help me God.

BETTY CLAIRE

Is Art Knopf the brother o’ Rosalie Knopf?

DAVID

No.

BETTY CLAIRE

Are you sure o’ that?

DAVID

She never even heard of Art Knopf till I told her about him.

BETTY CLAIRE

Is it true that Rosalie came over to your house…

DIANE

This is ridiculous! Get out of here…both of you!

BETTY CLAIRE

Oh, hush up! I have facts. Is it true that Rosalie came over to your house on the afternoon of December the 13th?

DAVID

Yes.

BETTY CLAIRE

What did she say to you on that afternoon?

DAVID

She told me she sent away to the University of Oklahoma for a photograph of Art Knopf and that she wrote on it "to my little sister Rosalie my favorite girl in the world" and misspelled two words so that it would look authentic.

BETTY CLAIRE

What else did she tell you, Davypoo?

CHUCK

Davypoo?!

DAVID

She told me she knew Ham and Chuck both wanted to take you to the Christmas Dance, so she planted the picture where Chuck would find it. She said she was lucky it worked the first day, but that she was willing to trail him all over the school and stick it down his shirt front if necessary.

HAM

Chuuuuck!

BETTY CLAIRE

Now, Diane Wolfe, what have you got to say to that?

DIANE

Rosalie, this isn’t true…

ROSALIE

Of course it isn’t! You wouldn’t listen to a damned, lying Jew! You wouldn’t believe… Yes. It’s true. (The OTHERS are stunned. SHARLENE flashes a smile of self-satisfaction toward Jimmy.)
BETTY CLAIRE
Margot’s throwin’ a big party at her house tonight. All o’ you who want are invited to attend. (SHARLENE is the first to march to the door. The OTHERS just stand there in absolute silence.)
DAVID
Betty Claire is going with me to the Valentine Dance. (CHUCK reacts to this, but BETTY CLAIRE shakes her head violently in his direction.)
BETTY CLAIRE
Margot says she’ll never humiliate any o’ you by mentionin’ this whole thing ever again. She could spread it around the school and have everyone laughin’ at you.

HAM

                                        (marching to Rosalie)
Gimme back my pin. (ROSALIE removes it and hands it to him. HE follows Sharlene. In a second, ZONA and BUS also depart.)
DIANE
Zona!
                                       (EVIE and DOUG, then BABS and BIFF follow.)
Where are you all going? You’ve accepted Rosalie. What difference does it make who her brother is? Rickie!

RICKIE

I don’t want everyone laughing at me, Diane.

                                       (DICK trails after him, and DODIE begins to follow.)

DIANE

Dodie!

DODIE

I can’t help it, Diane.

DIANE

But you liked Rosalie from the beginning.

DODIE

It’s not that…it’s…well, let’s just forget everything that happened. I mean, we all were friends with Margot once upon a time.

                                        (SHE hurries out after Dick. A furious CHUCK strides to Betty Claire.)

CHUCK

Whatdya mean you’re going to the Valentine Dance with this puss face?

BETTY CLAIRE

Oh, Chuck…

CHUCK

You gimme back that pin!

BETTY CLAIRE

Oh, Chuck…you know me…I was just sayin’ that.

DAVID

You promised!

BETTY CLAIRE

Wait out in the car, David.

DAVID

You promised yesterday afternoon in study hall!

BETTY CLAIRE

I said wait out in the car. (DAVID turns reluctantly and exits. CHUCK grabs Betty Claire’s left breast and squeezes it.)
CHUCK
You go with him to the Valentine Dance and I’ll rip it right off its hinges.

BETTY CLAIRE

Not in front of Diane.

                                        (SHE frees herself, and CHUCK exits. BETTY CLAIRE turns to Diane.)

BETTY CLAIRE

You’re invited, too.

DIANE

Get out of here.

BETTY CLAIRE

Margot was kind enough to say she is willin’ to forget everythin’…all the awful things you’ve been sayin’ about her…and pushin’ her in the pool. She says she’ll forgive you provided you publicly apologize to everybody tonight.

DIANE

Get out of here! Get out of here!

BETTY CLAIRE

Don’t you touch me, Diane Wolfe! (DIANE is already at her, slapping her savagely as many times as she can. BETY CLAIRE screams, finally extricates herself and goes rushing into the night. Only ROSALIE and JIMMY MOORE remain. DIANE throws herself on the sofa sobbing hysterically.)
JIMMY
You want me to drive you home?

ROSALIE

Thank you, Jimmy, but you’d better go to Margot’s party.

JIMMY

Yes. I guess I better. (HE hurries out. The sounds of cars starting can be heard. ROSALIE takes a few steps toward Diane.)
ROSALIE
Diane…

DIANE

You could have told me. I told you things I’ve never told anybody!

ROSALIE

I’m sorry, Diane.

DIANE

I’m not staying in this goddamned school another minute! I’m going back to Michigan! I don’t care if my parents stay here or not. They’re never home anyway!

ROSALIE

I’ll return the presents. I’ll pack them tonight and bring them over tomorrow.

DIANE

Oh, who cares about the presents!

ROSALIE

It isn’t fair to keep them.

DIANE

Who knows what’s fair?

ROSALIE

Good night.

DIANE

                         (suddenly sitting up, her face wet with tears)
You did like me, didn’t you? You weren’t just pretending about that?
 
 


LIGHTS QUICKLY DIM