|A Gift For Mother
Author: tamarkaph2006 PM
Two sisters try to find their picky mother the perfect B-day gift. This is a play I wrote for Theater class a couple years ago.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Tragedy - Words: 1,489 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 07-19-06 - id: 2214689
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A Gift For Mother
Mother, has a southern accent
Tanya, Older Sister
Suzie, Younger Sister
Living Room of Tanya, and offstage
Props: Pencil, notepad, store circulars, boxed ring, wine bottle, gloves, picture of mother, phone.
Enter Tanya and Suzie, dressed casually. Suzie
Carries a notepad, checking off items as Tanya
Tanya: We have the balloons.
Tanya: What about the h'or derves. Did you order the veggie tray and the buffalo
Tanya: Did you pick up the linens from the cleaners?
Suzie: No I thought you would, when you pick up the gift.
Tanya: What gift? We haven't decided what to give her.
Suzie hands Tanya store circulars. Both sisters take
a seat on the couch and begin to look through them,
Suzie pointing to items, Tanya often shaking her head
and giving looks of disgust.
Suzie: What about this one?
Tanya: It has to be real good. You know how she is.
Suzie: Hello. I'm Ms. Perfection, nothing's good enough for me.
Tanya: You remember that dress we got her last year?
Suzie: You said blue was her favorite color.
Tanya: I thought it was.
Suzie: Well, lets not get her any clothes again.
Tanya: Fine by me.
Suzie: Why did we have to get stuck with the pickiest of all mothers?
Tanya: Well at least it didn't rub off on me.
Suzie gives her a dirty look.
Tanya: You remember what she used to do when you wet your bed
When you were little?
Suzie: Hang the sheets out my bedroom window for the whole
world to see.
Tanya: And remember that ash tray you made for her at summer camp
In the sixth grade.
Suzie shakes her head in disgust.
Suzie: Yeah, she said it looked like a two year old could have made it.
Tanya: I think she gave it to Goodwill.
Suzie: I really hate her. I mean who cares if it wasn't perfect. I made it for her.
You know, I don't even know why we're doing this for her. She certainly
doesn't love us.
Tanya: Oh, c'mon, you don't mean that.
Suzie: Sorry, she didn't make you the laughing stock of the family your whole
Tanya: It's in the past, let it go.
Suzie: It's in the past, its today. Its tomorrow.
Tanya: She's still your mother.
Suzie: I wish she weren't.
Tanya: Don't say that. You don't mean it.
Suzie: The hell I don't. You know I can't wait til she dies then I won't have to
deal with her anymore. I can just do what I want and not live up to her
Tanya gets up from the couch and sets the circulars on the
Tanya: Why don't you uh, finish with the checklist. I'll go out and get something
for mother. If the phone rings just let the answering machine pick up.
I shouldn't be too long.
Suzie gets up from couch. She picks up a photo of
Suzie: I really do wish you were dead. You've made my life hell.
With gloved hands, Suzie mixes poison into a bottle of wine, then she puts the poison away and screws the lid on the wine tight. She removes the gloves from her hands.
Enter Tanya with a small bag and her purse. She eyes the wine bottle.
Tanya: having a glass of wine to ease your pain?
Suzie: Shut up.
Suzie looks at the wine bottle.
Suzie: I thought you'd want to bring it, it's her favorite, you know.
Tanya picks up the wine bottle and puts it into her bag.
Tanya: You want to see what I bought for mother?
Tanya takes a small burgundy box out of her
She opens it and reveals a ruby ring.
Suzie takes the ring out of the box and holds it
up, inspecting it.
Suzie: Oh, its so beautiful!
Tanya: Do you think she'll like it?
Suzie: God only knows.
Tanya: Well if she doesn't then maybe next year we'll just get her a gift certificate.
By the way, you owe me a hundred dollars.
Suzie: A hundred? You didn't say anything about a hundred dollars!
Tanya: Oh, c'mon. Don't you want to make your sweet old mother happy for once your life?
Suzie: Well, of course.
Tanya: Are you ready to go now?
Suzie: As I'll ever be.
Suzie picks her purse up. Exit sisters
Offstage, the audience hears voices of sisters and mother.
Tanya: And here's a gift from me and Suzie.
Suzie: I hope you like it.
Mother: Well, they do say good things come in small packages. Besides, it couldn't be
any worse than that wretched gown you girls gave me last year.
Suzie: Well if you don't like this, don't blame me. She picked it out.
Tanya: That's only because you picked out the present last year.
Mother: Girls, please? Can't I not listen to you two argue for once in my life?
I don't have very many years left in this dreadful world.
Tanya: Do you need help opening the gift, Mother?
Mother: No, I think I can manage by myself.
She tears wrapping paper from gift, sound of paper
Suzie: This ought to be good.
Tanya: What do you think of the color, mother, I think it will match your red
Suzie: Like the devil.
Mother: It's simply awful! Where did you get it, out of a candy machine?
Tanya: No! What a horrible thing to say.
Suzie: She paid two hundred bucks for it.
Mother: Well that just proves it. Not only do my girls have lousy taste, but cheap too!
Tanya: How can you say such things? Have you no respect for us? And to think I
defended you against Suzie. She said you're cruel and she's right!
Mother: Oh, just chill. Have a glass of wine.
Tanya: Fine, I will.
Suzie: No… wait.
Tanya: What for?
Suzie: What about a glass of water instead?
Mother: Leave your sister alone, mind your own damned business for once!
Suzie: You are 'dreadfully awful', vindictive and cruel. The only thing you care about in
this world is you!
Mother: I didn't get to where I am by caring about others… Oh, for Pete's sake.
What's the matter with Tanya now?
(Audience hears a thud, Tanya has fallen to the floor)
Suzie: Oh my gosh! She's convulsing! Call nine- one- one.
Mother: Tanya, dahling. Don't leave us.
Suzie: Tanya, don't die. I'm going to call the paramedics!
Mother (dressed in wig and black veiled hat) and Suzie enter
Tanya's living room. Suzie's face is wet (from crying).
Suzie: I can't believe this has happened.
Mother: She was my baby, my firstborn. I don't understand why she would kill
Suzie, shakes her head in agreement.
Suzie: All she ever wanted was to please you. Even I thought you cared about her more.
Mother: She said she brought the wine for me, and she knew it was poisoned.
Maybe she intended to kill me instead?
Suzie: I don't know.
Mother: No, you said yourself, she stuck up for me, even when you didn't. I don't believe
that. But then again, why would she plan to kill herself on my birthday, in front of
me? This doesn't make any sense.
Suzie: Mom, its late and its been a long day. Why don't you go home and get some rest?
Mother: I guess you're right. It's hard to think now.
Suzie: I'll call you in the morning.
Mother: Yes dear.
Suzie follows her to the door. Mother turns back, while
reaching into her purse.
Mother: Wait, I almost forgot something.
She pulls the burgundy ring box out and holds it out to Suzie.
Suzie: Well, don't you want to keep it? She picked it out for you.
Mother: No, dahlin, you keep it. And when you wear it, you can think of her.
Suzie takes the box and nods.
Mother: I know something ain't right here. And I aim to find out what it is.
You mark my words, whoever's responsible's gonna pay dearly.
Suzie: Goodnight, mother.
Suzie looks around nervously, then rushes over to the cabinet ,
Takes out the poison bottle and pours poison into a glass.
Suzie: Please forgive me, Tanya. I'm coming to join you.
Suzie drinks the concoction.
Suzie falls to the floor.