Dry

February 11th, 2021

Starring: Dad (male, 35-45), Delaney (female, 9-11)

The laundromat.  Dad and Delaney sit on a bench, watching the final half-minute of the washer’s spin cycle.  It slows, and the door unlocks.  Dad hands Delaney a laundry basket.  

DAD

Catch the baby when it comes.

Delaney holds out the basket as Dad opens the washer door, pulling out a tangled mess of wet clothes.  As they tumble out, Delaney catches them before they hit the floor.

DAD

You got the big muscles to take it home?

Delaney nods.

DAD

Ok, let’s go.

They head for the door.  Delaney stops, staring at the other side of the room.

DELANEY

Why don’t we ever use those?

DAD

Those are the dryers.

DELANEY

Why don’t we use them?

DAD

They’re the dryers.

DELANEY

Are they too much money?

DAD

No, we could pay.  But we don’t.

DELANEY

But why?

DAD

They shrink things.

DELANEY

The clothes?

DAD

The soul.

DELANEY

...how does your soul shrink?

DAD

When you don’t trust nature to do the work.

Delaney looks confused.  Dad steps her closer to a working dryer:

DAD

Look.  Hot air, thirty minutes, dry clothes.

Dad ushers her to the front window, pulling out a wet t-shirt from the basket.  He opens the door and props it open with his foot, holding the wet t-shirt outside with one hand.  With his other hand, he points to the sun, shining down onto the shirt:

DAD

Look.  Hot air...sixty minutes…

He hides the wet t shirt behind his back, then tugs on the t-shirt he’s wearing:

DAD

dry clothes.

DELANEY

They’re the same.

DAD

Only one is three dollars, one is free.  

See?  No need to cut corners.  You do it yourself, take what the world gives you, you save.  

Your money, yes, but your integrity the most.  Your soul.

DELANEY
Are there a lot of dryers out there?

DAD

Too many.  There are job dryers, friend dryers, family dryers, place dryers, internet dryers, dryer dryers.  Everywhere you look.

DELANEY

And if I see one?

DAD

Run like hell.  They’re not worth it.

Dad picks up the basket and hands it back to Delaney.  They start to walk out the door:

DELANEY

I’m not a dryer, am I?

Dad smiles and stifles a laugh:

DAD

Oh no.  Nonono.

DELANEY

How do you know?

DAD

You couldn’t be.  You’re my kid.

Delaney nods, reassured.  Dad opens the door for Delaney as they step out into the sunny afternoon.

END OF PLAY

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