SCENE THREE
(Imaginary Friends /Artworks-2018)
NORA
Ugh, what a shitty day. All fucking day, I've barely gotten any customers for the dealership. How the hell does anyone expect me to make any money if I can't get anyone off their ass to buy one of my fucking trucks! What's wrong with them, anyhow? They're stable and in good condition. It was just that one truck that broke down in the middle of the driveway. It's not my fault my customers don't know how to make good choices. I usually have my team test out the trucks before they get sent out for sales, so obviously, this truck was fine before. The customer was probably just trying to scam me out of my money. This isn't exactly the best part of town anyways.
Another shitty day for my already shitty life. I usually close shop at 6 but I figured since no one was coming, I was going to close an hour early and head home, since I know my husband is fixing me dinner, and I even told him tonight was steak night, like I wanted. No ifs, ands, buts, or complaints, I want steaks, so we're having steaks. For his sake, I hope that little bitch doesn't make anything else.
Well, lucky me! Looks like the mail person is here early! Normally I'm not really interested in that shit, since all I ever get if spam mail and bills, but I just saw him put a maroon, large envelope in the mailbox before humming away merrily, without a damn in the world. I decided to go to the mailbox and dig out the envelope, noticing it was address to my daughter, Chelsea. Wait..since when did Chelsea ever get mail? She doesn't have any friends other than that pervert boyfriend of hers. I hadn't even bothered to remember his name. He just isn't good enough for her, and he's not good enough for me. I don't like him. Damn you Chelsea for bringing that drug addict home. Ruining my reputation as a business owner. No one wants to buy cars from someone who's family is associated with that kind of bullshit. Fucking Chelsea just had to go looking for someone to ride, didn't she? The little slut, I always knew she took after her father.
Hang on, I'm looking at the envelop a little more closely. Why is the Harmony University logo on the top left? That stupid multicolored sun that looks like a whole ass pride parade? I know like hell she didn't apply. Maybe it's just more shitty advertisement. Let's see what this shit is..
Dear Chelsea..Congratulations…Oh, I fucking knew it.
LINNIE
(Door slams open, Nora clutching the mail in her right hand) O-Oh oh! Hi honey! Uhm..how was work, d-dear?
NORA
Shitty as usual! Where's Chelsea at? We all need to have a little family meeting. And why the hell isn't dinner ready yet? You know the rules! Dinner's supposed to be on the table when I get home. Not on the stove! On. The. Table. Why are you so damn lazy!
LINNIE
I-I-I'm s-sorry, darling. I-I'm cooking as fast as I can. I-It's just that..uhm…you're so early and I didn't…
NORA
And you didn't what? Plan ahead? Typical men..can't do anything right! You need a woman like me to beat you in line! Well, is there at least beer in the fridge for me. I'm gonna need it for tonight after what your spoiled, ungrateful ass daughter did!
LINNIE
Y-Y-Yes ma'am…you still have 12 left. I..I'm so sorry…the steaks are almost done. I've just been so busy all day and I..well I've had to multitask.
NORA
Oh, it's always excuses, excuses with you, you fucking no good, son of a bitch. Hurry up with the damn steaks already! I've already had a bad day at work, I don't need a husband who disobeys me on top of that. If those steaks are done within the next 10 minutes, the next thing you'll be seeing is stars on the top of your head!
LINNIE
(Squeaking) I-I yes..they're almost done. I-I'm sorry sweetheart.
NORA
Yeah, you fucking better be, because that's not the only problem we have tonight…CHELSEA! Get in here now, I swear to god! You don't even know the trouble you're in, you little disappointment!