|Karen: Maybe Iím just a quitter, Josh. Maybe thatís it. Maybe itís all my fault. (She stops herself, a change of heart, an epiphany.) I canít believe I just said that. None of this is my fault. How do you get me saying stuff like that? How do you always do that to me? (She leans in really close to him, grabbing him by both shoulders, and almost whispers:) You fucked this up, Josh! This is all your fault. You fucked up. (Starts to leave SL) Do something, Josh. I donít care what, just do something.
(JOSEPH is left temporarily alone, but MONA arrives SR, holding a glass of punch)
Mona: (sitting) Is this seat taken?
Joseph: (moving over) No, I was just leaving. (Looks at her) Mrs Josephís?
Mona: (looking him over) Joseph! Next door Joseph! What a shocker? Iím absolutely enchanted. (Holds out her hand)
Joseph: Wow, I havenít seen you since I was, like, fourteen. How have you been?
Mona: Iím holding up, still alive.
Joseph: Howís Carl?
Mona: (stammering) Ah Carl? Carl is a very nasty story, best told over something stronger than graduation punch.
Joseph: What are you doing here?
Mona: Umm, well the only truthful reason is that I came to see you. Which I did. Itís a very big day.
Joseph: Thatís really sweet Ms. Josephís, but I didnít graduate. You heard about Dad, right?
Mona: Yes Iím so sorry, thatís too bad, but why didnít you graduate?
Joseph: Well, with dad and all...
Mona: Yes, but that was, what,... months ago.
Joseph: Yeah, well it was just that--
Mona: Oh, donít worry about it my boy. A diplomaís not worth the paper itís written on.
Joseph: I suppose.
Mona: So what are you gonna do?
Joseph: (uncomfortable) Figured Iíd do something.
Mona: Thatís a plan. Something is always good.
Joseph: Move out of the house, maybe to town. Work for a few years. You know, make some money.
Mona: Do you have a place yet?
Joseph: Not yet, Iím still kind of figuring it out.
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