MARC: Well, I’m not.
(Pause)
CYNTHIA: I see.
MARC: I thought your boyfriend was coming home with you.
CYNTHIA: Paul couldn’t make it. He had to teach this weekend. That’s what he has to do so, since he’s a Grad student. Boy, do I miss this big fattie!
(Cynthia indicates the recliner and jumps into it, under the blanket. She snuggles herself.)
CYNTHIA: It smells like you. The blankets smells like you. You must have taken this (indicates chair) over since I’ve been gone.
MARC: Not really.
CYNTHIA: It smells like you have. (Pause) Sit with me.
MARC: No, thanks.
CYNTHIA: Come on, come sit with me.
MARC: No thanks. I was just…uh…sleeping, so I should go stretch and go for a run or something.
CYNTHIA: No.
MARC: What?
CYNTHIA: I just got here.
MARC: And?
CYNTHIA: Stay with me for a minute. (Pause) You know, you are so god damn scared of ... I’m not going to hurt you. (Marc looks at her.) Why should you be scared of me? You are so much bigger than I am now. (Pause) Listen, I’ve changed a lot since I went to school. I’m not who you think I am. Come on, give me a chance here. I’m trying to snuggle with you. I’m practically a little pussy cat here, just waiting for a scratch behind the ears. (Cynthia stretches her arms out for a hug. Marc cautiously walks to her and uncomfortably hugs her.) Who loves his Cynthia? (She snuggles him hard. Perhaps a little too hard. Marc backs away.) Come sit with me! I demand it! Only for two minutes and then I will let you go! I promise. Pwetty, pwetty, puhwease…