She's done it again-A short play

(Setting: A kitchen, preferably a bright yellow or green. No
refrigerator, only a sink, two countertops, and some cabinets and
drawers. There are 3 entrances: Upper left and right and back right. A
mirror hangs next to the back right entrance. A stack of dishes is next
to the sink. The curtain opens up on a woman and a young girl. The
young girl stands motionless, staring with an open mouth and her
mother. She is around 13 years old. The mother is busily pantomiming
rinsing dishes. After she rinses a dish, she neatly places it on a
stack of other dishes on her left-hand side. She is in her late 30's,
in a flouncy, floral-printed dress.)

Mother: Jessemay, would you get that for me, please? (points at a
dishrag sitting on the countertop next to Jessemay.)
Jessemay: Get what?(is motionless)
M: That. (points again at dishrag.) Would you get that for me?
J: That?(points at the stack of dishes to the right of her
mother)
M: No, that.(becoming agitated, flicks her finger at the dishrag)
J: What?
M: (finally annoyed, breaks a dish, and then gets the dishrag herself)
Jessemay,(she scowls) if you're going to be so troublesome, go do it to
your father or something. I have things to do.
J: What?
M: Shoo!
(Jessemay exits upper left.)
(Mother continues to busy herself by wiping off dishes and scuttling
about, pantomiming sticking imaginary objects into drawers and up into
the cabinets. Unconsciously, she primps herself at random points.
Whenever she passes the mirror hung by the back right door, she smiles
brightly into it, staring into it for a couple of beats.)
(Father enters upper right. He is dressed in a white button down shirt
with a tie that says, "Down with the bastards". His shirt is untucked,
and he's only wearing one shoe. He looks perpetually lost.)
Father: What is wrong with that child? She doesn't do anything but echo
me like a buffoon!
Mother: (waves her hand casually) Oh, it's the drugs, dear.
F: Drugs?
M: Yes, drugs, just like I said.
F: I'm confused.What drugs?
M: (comes towards him, and begins fixing his tie.) You're always
confused, darling, but that is why I married you(gives him a peck on
the cheek). But, they're the drugs I bought for her off that nice man
down on Broadway, remember? I told you that he said they'd make her
happier, and she certainly is happier, isn't she?
F: Oh..(still looks very confused) Those drugs. Right-o. And yes, she
seems happier. Certainly is happier.
M: (goes to the mirror, and begins arranging and fixing her hair. Sees
that the father is still in the room, she turns back to him) Oh, honey,
you can leave now.
F: (stares at her for a moment before registering) Oh..all right.
Goodbye honey, I love you.
M: (glares at him from the mirror, says this curtly) I said you can
leave now. Why aren't you doing that?
(Father exits upper right, looking all the more perplexed. He
dejectedly pulls his shirt out right before he leaves.)
(Mother begins to hum the waltz softly, softly swirling her skirts in
front of the mirror.)
M: Hmm hm hm hm hmhm hmhm. Hmm hm hm hm hmhm hmhm.
(Still humming, she goes to the sink and removes a bucket from
underneath the sink)
(Jessemay enters upper left.)
M: Oh, hello dear. Stand right there until I'm done putting away these
forks (opens up a drawer beside the sink and dramatically dumps the
forks into the drawer, and then slams it shut.)All right, that's
done(rubs her hands together). You can speak to me now(leans forward,
and puts her hand on Jessemay's left shoulder. Smiles
encouragingly.)
J: (says falteringly) Mother&;#8230;
M: (smiles wider) Yess?
J: Do you love father?
M: (snatches her hand away from Jessmay's shoulder) Love
father?(crosses arms) Whatever would make you ask me that?
J: (begins shuffling her weight back and forth. She runs her foot in a
circle across the floor) Well...
M: (waves her hand) No matter. To answer that question, darling(puts
her right hand on J's right cheek), I don't.(stands straight up,
matter-of-factly)
J:(Jaw drops)Mother!
M:(re-crosses her arm, stares down at the floor)Well..I
don't.(uncrosses her arms and lets them swing back and forth)He's a
silly, ugly little man, and if he looked just a little but more like a
slug, I'd pour salt on him and watch him implode!(nods her head
quickly, and then smiles softly)
(A big white bunny enters through the back right door.)
Big white bunny: Freeze!
(Both J and M freeze.)
(The bunny pushes M forward, her hands near her feet, revealing a giant
circuitry panel. He fiddles with the nods and buttons for a bit, pulls
her back straight up, moves J back into the place she was when the
curtain first opened, moves some dishes, and then exits out of the back
right door.)
B(from backstage): Go!
(M begins to busily pantomime rinsing dishes and placing them in the
pile to her left.)
M: Jessemay, would you get that for me, please? (points at a dishrag
sitting on the countertop next to Jessemay.)
(Curtain closes.)