Scene Six

 
  The Knopf living room, the same afternoon. At rise, NADINE is polishing the furniture. ROSALIE comes rushing through the kitchen, slamming the back door. She dashes to the front window. NADINE stares in astonishment. A car is heard driving up and stopping. ROSALIE hurries to Nadine, kisses her on the forehead, takes her arm and leads her to the bedroom.  
ROSALIE
Hi. Integrating time.

NADINE

Rosalie!

ROSALIE

Remember those children in the center. (A knock on the front door. ROSALIE pauses, inhales deeply, once again assumes her cretin mask and opens the door.)
ROSALIE
Why, this is a surprise! (DIANE WOLFE, BETTY CLAIRE and SHARLENE enter. DIANE is a lovely young lady with the elegance of a calla lily and the tenacity of mildew. SHE surveys the room with distaste.)  
SHARLENE
What do you mean a surprise? Didn’t you hear us honking?

ROSALIE

Honking what?

SHARLENE

Diane’s horn! We honked all the way down Hanahan Boulevard!

DIANE

We did try to get your attention, Rosalie…

SHARLENE

Boy, someone should enter you in a seven-day bike race!

ROSALIE

Oh, I didn’t know that was you. I thought it was a strange man or something.

BETTY CLAIRE

What!?

ROSALIE

According to the Reader’s Digest, there are more sex fiends on the road than in the street.

SHARLENE

You mean who keep sticking their heads out the window and yelling, "Rosalie"!

DIANE

                                   (looking sharply at Sharlene and then graciously at Rosalie)
We want to invite you to a party, Rosalie. A little slumber party at my house on Thursday night.

ROSALIE

A slumber party? Is that a special kind of party?

SHARLENE

You never heard of a slumber party!

ROSALIE

No.

BETTY CLAIRE

We have them all the time.

ROSALIE

I don’t go out much.

DIANE

It’s a party in which a group of us get together and spend the night at someone’s house.

ROSALIE

Oh, my mother would never let me attend one of those.

SHARLENE

What do you seen none "one of those"?

ROSALIE

People sleeping together.

DIANE

Girls sleeping together, Rosalie.

ROSALIE

Oh, girls.

DIANE

It’s Thursday at eight.

ROSALIE

But I don’t have anything to wear.

BETTY CLAIRE

All you need is pajamas.

ROSALIE

I don’t have any pajamas

DIANE

Then bring your nightgown.

ROSALIE

I don’t have any.

DIANE

Then a nightshirt. It’s not that elegant.

ROSALIE

I wish I had a nightshirt.

DIANE

Then your slip…your panties…that dress…anything…just come!

ROSALIE

But I don’t wear anything when I go to sleep.

DIANE

                                      (impressed)
You don’t? How does it feel?

ROSALIE

I don’t know. I’ve never slept in anything else.

DIANE

Well, I’ll lend you a pair of my pajamas.

ROSALIE

I couldn’t impose.

DIANE

It’s not imposing.

ROSALIE

Oh, it would be.

DIANE

No, it wouldn’t.

ROSALIE

Oh, yes, I’m sure.

DIANE

But it wouldn’t.

ROSALIE

You’re just too nice to say it would.

DIANE

I’m not. Believe me, I’m not.

ROSALIE

You are. You really are.

DIANE

For the love o’ pete, I want to lend you a pair. I have two dozen pair. I’d love to lend you a pair.

ROSALIE

Really?

DIANE

Really.

ROSALIE

Are you sure?

SHARLENE

                                (under her breath)
What did I tell you?

DIANE

Yes, Rosalie. I’m sure.

ROSALIE

When did you say it was?

DIANE

Thursday at eight.

ROSALIE

Oh.

DIANE

What’s the matter, Rosalie?

ROSALIE

I can’t come.

SHARLENE

You can’t come?!

ROSALIE

I’m sorry. I forgot. I promised I’d go to the movies Thursday night…with Margot.
 
 

LIGHTS DIM