SIDE B - Joe, Steve, Maggie 

STEVE. Dad? (He rushes onto the stage, runs around the cottage.)

 

MAGGIE. (Still Offstage.) Stephen?

 

STEVE. Here! Over here! (Rushing into the cottage.) Number One.  This is it!  Jesus!  He's not there

 

STEVE. (Running out of the cottage.) Mom? Where the hell . . .

 

JOE. (Turning toward the cottage.) Stephen! Hey, dad!

 

STEVE. Holy shit! Holy . . . .! (He does a little dance, runs to his Father and embraces him.)

Where the hell . . .

 

JOE. There you are… I been waiting all day.

 

STEVE . . . have you been? We been traipsing around the whole goddamn place,

 

JOE.. (Laughing.) I been here. Waiting. Where's your mother?

 

STEVE. One cottage after another. Is this it. Is this it.

 

MAGGIE. (Still Off.) Joe? Stephen, is that your father?

 

STEVE. Far out! I brought my guitar. Wait till you hear (Calling Off.) Mom! Over here, for Christ’s sake.  So many goddamn trees . . .

 

JOE. What do you think? Huh?

 

STEVE. So many ...

 

JOE. There's a bunk in there.

 

MAGGIE. (Off.) Joe?

 

JOE. Hey, Maggie. Get the lead out!

 

STEVE. Yeah. I saw. Bunk beds and a fireplace ... we got any wood?

 

JOE. You can take the top one night and the bottom the next.

 

STEVE. Uh-uh. I'll take the bottom. I fall off, I'll break my fucking head.

 

JOE. I’ll break your fucking head, if you don't watch your fucking mouth.

 

END