Amanda Jane

To re-cap: I’m writing every day in June on my new play Slam. Slam is short for Samantha Lamb, and she is a business owner with a shady past. Nothing major, nothing minor.Regardless, I find her interesting. Today’s subject? Read on….

 

Hello, dear readers. A brief entry and a brief scene between Slam and Amanda Jane.

Amanda Jane isn’t a ghost, exactly, but a fictive daughter of Slam’s, perhaps nine years old. A spirit, perhaps. Not an imaginary friend, because Slam never, ever had imaginary friends. 

The visual i have for her is standing behind a seated Slam, patting Slam’s shoulder.  This is a child’s way to be visible and also show support – usually for things for which they have no understanding. 

SLAM
I did not do it.

AMANDA JANE
Do what?

SLAM
She thinks I hurt her dogs. She thought that then, anyway.

AMANDA JANE
Who?

SLAM
I saved her fucking dogs. Drunk in the car and wouldn’t come out. Jonah was in the back seat. Her saying Skip got hurt, she’s not paying. She could barely speak.

AMANDA JANE
But those dogs did die.

SLAM
Not those dogs. Not April’s dogs. Not those.

AMANDA JANE
What happened to Jonah?

SLAM
She works at the hospital now. Checks people in. What?

AMANDA JANE
What happened to Jonah?

SLAM
He was your age.

AMANDA JANE
I know.

SLAM
She came back the next day. I don’t know. You can’t pull kids from people’s cars, Amanda.

AMANDA JANE
But she was yelling.

SLAM
I yell all the time.

AMANDA JANE
It’s called a blackout.

SLAM
(Angry) It’s called parenting. Jonah turned out fine. A little quiet, maybe.

AMANDA JANE
So which dogs died?

SLAM
Ask your grandfather.

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