By Bill Hamilton
Part 3 of a series on marriage issues. A disagreement has been simmering for several weeks between Emma and Chuck, without resolution.
(Chuck is standing near the bed, tying his tie when Emma enters carrying a cup of coffee.)
Chuck: Yeah, hi.
Emma: Iím not very good at making coffee, so I hope this is okay. (puts the coffee on the bedside table and tries to help him tie his tie) Here, let me help you with that.
Chuck: Itís fine. (sits down and puts on a shoe)
Emma: Iíve got bacon and eggs waiting for you in the kitchen.
Chuck: I wonít have time to eat. Got a big meeting first thing.
Emma: Oh. (pause) So how about we try out that new restaurant tonight? Iíll call and make the reservation for ÖÖÖÖÖ..
Chuck: Iíll be working late again.
Emma: (She picks up his shoe) So youíre still mad, right?
Chuck: Iím not mad.
Emma: You seem mad.
Chuck: I said Iím not mad.
Emma: So maybe mad isnít the right word. But youíre something, thatís for sure.
Chuck: When you figure it out you let me know okay? In the meantime, can I have my shoe?
Emma: (Hands him the shoe) Itís been nearly 2 weeks, Chuck. How long are you going to be like this?
Chuck: Like what? You know, I donít have time for this.
Emma: Just what is it you donít have time for? For me? Our marriage?
Chuck: (Finish putting on shoe) Why are you doing this when Iím leaving for work?
Emma: Youíre absolutely right! So name the time and place and Iíll be there. Weíll talk about it then.
Chuck: Look, Iím not even sure I know what IT is.
Emma: Oh, I think you do.
Chuck: Well, why donít you tell me so weíll both know what youíre talking about.
Emma: Youíre still mad about what I said to your sister.
Chuck: Youíre right, I am still mad. There, you win! Happy?
Emma: Do I look happy? This isnít a game, Chuck, and neither of us is winning. Not when we go more than a week without talkingÖ.or touching. Just a simple hug would be nice.
Chuck: Hey, itís not my fault. Iím not the one who made our private life a matter of public record.
Emma: What I said was no big deal. Besides you make it sound like I told everyone. I only mentioned it to your sister.
Chuck: Telling my sister anything is just as good as making it public record. And it certainly is a big deal, to me anyway.
Emma: I know. I was wrong and I admit it. As harmless as I thought it was, I should have never have said it and you had every right to get mad.
Chuck: (Turns to leave) Good, now that weíve settled that Ö.
Emma: (Pulls his arm to turn him back) Thatís just it. Nothing ever gets settled. Iíve said Iím sorry until Iím blue in the face. I wished Iíd never said it but I canít take it back. All I can do is promise itíll never happen again.
Chuck: What do you want from me Emma?
Emma: I want you to get over it.
Chuck: Just how do I do that? What you said hurt and embarrassed me. How do I get over it?
Emma: Iím not sure, but forgiveness is probably going to play a big part in it.
Chuck: (Long pause) Look, Iíve really got to get going.
(He begins to leave, returns and quickly kisses her and leaves. She sits as he exits.)
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