Widows and Orphans
My head is an open suitcase. God Father State falls out, but doesn’t break because He’s tough as old boots
Ali: I walked back through the park, there are people dancing there. All I usually see in the park is wanking tramps, and now there are people dancing and waving flags.
Ali: People like you and me.
Buchs: Against what?
Ali: That guy getting shot.
Buchs: They’re so stupid.
Buchs: Did you dance too?
Ali: I stood there with them, trying to work out what was going on. I’m always so tired from the driving, I can’t stay on my legs for long.
Buchs: You look tired.
Ali: After long distances, it’s like I have to learn to walk all over again.
Buchs: Sailors always long to go back on board ship because their legs can’t cope with being on firm ground.
Ali: Maybe they just don’t want to go home.
Buchs: Do you get that too?
Ali: The sailor thing?
Buchs: Is it a head thing?
Ali: Course it’s a head thing. Isn’t it with you?
Buchs: Everything’s just fine with me, actually.
Ali: Would you have danced in the park?
Buchs: Why would I have done that?
Ali: I’d have thought if anyone, then you.
Buchs: If anyone, then me.
Ali: I just thought—
(Buchs makes a move to go)
Buchs: Because it could have been me, you mean? Is that why you want me to go and dance for joy?
Ali: No, it’s not that—
Buchs: I’m staying here.
Ali: I didn’t mean anything bad.
Buchs: People riot because they’re bored. I’m satisfied with my life.
Ali: Is that a head thing?
Buchs: It’s a fact.
Ali: Is your life that thrilling?
Buchs: If I get caught chucking stones, I’ll be chucked out of the country and you’ll get a page in the papers with your portrait. Thrilling for you, I’m sure.
Tr. Imogen Taylor