Ricky and Jenn

Act 1 Scene 3

Lady McAllister and the Mamrie enter.

Lady McAllister: Mamrie, where's my daughter? Tell her to come to me.

Mamrie: I swear to you by my virginity at age twelve, I already told her to come. Come on! Where is she? What is she doing? What, Jenn!

Jenn enters.

Jenn: What is it? Who's calling me?

Mamrie: Your mother.

Jenn: Madam, I'm here. What do you want?

Lady McAllister: I'll tell you what's the matter-Mamrie, leave us alone for a little while. We must talk privately-Mamrie, come back here. I just remembered, you can listen to our secrets. You know how young my daughter is.

Mamrie: Yes, I know her age down to the hour.

Lady McAllister: She's not even eighteen.

Mamrie: I'd bet eighteen of my own teeth-but, I'm sorry to say, I only have four teeth-she's not eighteen. How long is it until Lammastide?

Lady McAllister: Two weeks and a few odd days.

Mamrie: Whether it's even or odd, of all the days in the year, on the night of Lammas Eve, she'll be eighteen. She and Susan-God rest her and all Christian souls-were born on the same day. Well, Susan died and is with God. She was too good for me. But like I said, on the night of Lammas Eve, she will be eighteen. Yes, she will. Indeed, I remember it well. It's been fifteen years since the earthquake. She stopped nursing from my breast on that very day. I'll never forget it. I had put bitter wormwood on my breast as I was sitting in the sun, under the wall of the dovehouse. You and your husband were in New York. Boy, do I have some memory! But like I said, when she tasted the bitter wormwood on my nipple, the pretty little babe got irritated and started to quarrel with my breast. Then the dovehouse shook with the earthquake. There was no need to tell me to get out of there. That was fifteen years ago. By then she could stand up all by herself. No, I swear, by that time she could run and waddle all around. I remember because she had cut her forehead just the day before. My husband-God rest his soul, he was a happy man-picked up the child. "Oh," he said, "Did you fall on your face? You'll fall backward when you grow smarter. Won't you, Jenn." And I swear, the poor pretty thing stopped crying and said, "Yes." Oh, to watch a joke come true! I bet if I live a thousand years, I'll never forget it. "Won't you, Jenn," he said. And the pretty fool stopped crying and said, "Yes."

Lady McAllister: Enough of this. Please be quiet.

Mamrie: Yes ,madam. But I can't help laughing to think that the baby stopped crying and said, "Yes." I swear, she had a bump on her forehead as big as a rooster's testicle. It was a painful bruise, and she was crying bitterly. "Yes," said my husband, "Did you fall on your face? You'll fall backward when you grow up, won't you, Jenn?" And she stopped crying and said, "Yes."

Jenn: Now you stop too, Nurse, please.

Mamrie: Peace. I'm done talking. May God choose you to receive his grace. You were the prettiest baby I ever nursed. If I live to see you get married someday, all my wishes will come true.

Lady McAllister: Well, marriage is exactly what we have to discuss. Tell me, my daughter Jenn, what is your attitude about getting married?

Jenn: It is an honor that I do not dream of.

Mamrie: "An honor?" If I weren't your only nurse, I'd say you had sucked wisdom from the breast that fed you.

Lady McAllister: Well, start thinking about marriage now. Here in Las Angles there are girls younger than you-girls from noble families-who have already become mothers. By my count, I was already your mother at just about your age, while you remain a virgin. Well then, I'll say this quickly: the valiant JC Caylen wants you as his bride.

Mamrie: What a man, young lady. He's as great a man as any in the whole world. He's as perfect as if he were sculpted from wax.

Lady McAllister: Summertime in Las Angles has no flower as fine as him.

Mamrie: No, he's a fine flower, truly, a flower.

Lady McAllister: (to Jenn) What do you say? Can you love this gentleman? Tonight you'll see him at our feast. Study JC's face and find pleasure in his beauty. Examine every line of his features and see how they work together to make him handsome. If you are confused, just look into his eyes. This man is single, and he lacks only a bride to make him perfect and complete. As is right, fish live in the sea, and it's wrong for a beauty like you to hide from a handsome man like him. Many people think he's handsome, and whoever becomes his bride will be just as admired. You would share all that he possesses, and by having him, you would lose nothing.

Mamrie: Lose nothing? In fact, you'd get bigger. Men make women bigger by getting them pregnant.

Lady McAllister: (to Jenn) Give us a quick answer. Can you accept JC's love?

Jenn: I'll look at him and try to like him, at least if what I see is likable. But I won't let myself fall for him any more than your permission allows.

Hunter enters.

Hunter: Madam, the guests are here, dinner is served, people are calling for you, people have asked for Jenn, and in the pantry, people are cursing Mamrie. Everything's out of control. I must go and serve the guests. Please, follow straight after me.

Lady McAllister: We'll follow you. Jenn, the count is waiting for you.

Mamrie: Go, girl, look for a man who'll give you happy nights at the end of happy days.

They all exit.