(an excerpt from Mr. Beck’s play being directed by renowned director Ed Dennehy)


JAMES

(Gravely serious)
She’s getting worse, isn’t she?


NURSE CALLAHAN

James…
(long, uncomfortable pause)

You need to understand. We know there’s no cure and we knew she was going to get worse. We just didn’t think this quickly.
(They pause for a long moment, then the nurse speaks again.)

NURSE CALLAHAN

Look, you know that birthday party you were talking about? Why don’t you have it next Sunday night, when Maria gets here?


JAMES

No. Sunday is a week from today. The kids won’t be ready. I won’t be ready.


NURSE CALLAHAN

James, you’re not a young man either. No matter what else you do, it’s not going to change things…or her condition. If you drive yourself too hard and get sick, you’re both sunk. I’m already here full time now and I know that bothers you some, but it’s for the best, for Lee. I know you want that for Lee.
(Pause)

The timing may never be perfect for you and the kids.


JAMES

(He looks down for a moment, his face turns gravely serious)

Look. We’ve lived in this building for 35 years. This is our home. Our neighbors have been with us from when the kids were born.
(His voice cracking.)

I can’t tell you how many memories are in this apartment.