(Circa mid-1990s. The KIDS are all moody teenagers except for nice, nerdy RANDALL. REBECCA is in the living room, leafing through her purse. With JACK gone, REBECCA is feeling a little lonely. She wants to do something this evening.)
REBECCA
(Chipper.) Hi Kevin! Wanna go to the movies?
KEVIN
Go kill yourself.
REBECCA
… Katie Bug! Wanna go to the movies?
KATE
Are you on crack?
(KATE and KEVIN leave the living room. Enter RANDALL, in his little sweater vest. REBECCA pounces on her chance.)
REBECCA
Randall! (She runs over to him.) Hey hey hey Randall, my favorite Black son. Wanna go to the movies?
(RANDALL looks longingly at the Black kids on the block.)
REBECCA
Oh. Okay.
RANDALL
Sorry Mom, it's just… can I go to the science fair? And then to the library? I'm meeting some friends.
REBECCA
Sure you can, Randall, and thank you for asking so nicely. (She pulls him to her, stroking his face and head.) You are the only one left in this house who has ever loved me…
RANDALL
(Squirming, suffocated.) Okay, Mom… I'm gonna be late.
REBECCA
Okay, but wait. (She pulls out a bottle of lotion and begins pumping it into her palm. She rubs lotion on RANDALL's face, which angers KEVIN, who has just walked back into the room.)
KEVIN
Mom!
REBECCA
… What?
KEVIN
Stop putting lotion on Randall's face! Stop putting lotion on Randall's face; he's not your son!
REBECCA
Kevin, how dare you say such a thing about your brother.
RANDALL
Do you see what I'm talking about?
REBECCA
Yes, I do.
KEVIN
Well he's not your son, Mom! He's not your son! Somebody left him at a fire station when he was a baby! Nobody wants him!
RANDALL
(Narrows his eyes.) At least she chose me. She was stuck with you.
KEVIN
(Ignoring him.) If you put that lotion on his face, he's gonna get beat up when he walks into school. And I'm gonna be the one doing it.
RANDALL
(Turns to his mother.) Kevin hurt my feelings.
REBECCA
Kevin, apologize to your brother this instant.
KEVIN
Well I'm sorry Mom, but you're so busy rubbing lotion on Randall's face that you forget to rub lotion on my face! Look, my skin is dry and crackling.
REBECCA
I rub lots of lotion on your face, honey, but… but… well Randall needs a little extra. White people don't get ashy like Black people. You know this. When he gets ashy, it shows.
KEVIN
Well, you know… whatever. Bet you don't have any lotion left in that bottle.
REBECCA
Kevin, that's ridic… (She pumps the bottle and air comes out.) Oh. Oh, I'm sorry, honey, I accidentally used it all on Randall… Well, wait a minute, here honey. Here's some money to buy some more -
KEVIN
Just forget it! You'd probably use it all on Randall too. (Stalks out of the room, then returns to hurl one more insult.) You put so much lotion on Randall's face that when he cries, the tears slip right off!
REBECCA
That is not true, Kevin. (Tries to grab RANDALL, but he slips out of her grasp.) Whoa.
RANDALL
(Muttering.) White people…
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