Betrayal

A play in one act.

The lights come up. A man and a woman stand in the traditional, remodeled kitchen of a 1920s house.

He pops open a can of cheap beer.

Matt: We are not meeting our monthly food budget.

She pulls a carton from the freezer and digs in a drawer for something.

Stacey: Hmmmmmm.

Matt: We might be able to move some things from "food" to "family" this month.

Stacey: Or. Maybe beer shouldn't count as food.

Matt: Maybe Dryers Double Churned chocolate chip mint ice cream shouldn't count as food.

She staggers to the side, clutches her heart and falls to the polished hardwood floor.

The lights dim to black.