Tea

By Morrisa Sherman




CHARLOTTE  Oh, delightful!



REYNARD What is it?



CHARLOTTE   My mother has sent us a selection of teas from

            far-off Ceylon!  And just in time for the holidays!



REYNARD     There's no such place as Ceylon.



CHARLOTTE   That sort of triviality never bothers my mother.  I'm

            going to try some right away, with biscuits and 

            strawberries.  Which kind shall I brew?



REYNARD     It's up to you.  I decline.



CHARLOTTE   You decline tea from Ceylon?  But why?



REYNARD     Tea is for sissies.



CHARLOTTE   Well, yes, my sisters all adore tea, but I'm sure

            Mother sent them their own assortments.  She is

            most egalitarian, don't you know.  We needn't save

            it for them.



REYNARD     Not sisters, sissies!  Fancypants!  Dandies!  WIMPS!



CHARLOTTE   There's no need for invective.



REYNARD     Oh, no no no, I did not mean you!



CHARLOTTE   But I like tea.  I am unabashedly fond of tea.  Am I

            not a sissy, a fancypants, a, a WIMP?



REYNARD     No, no, you're a woman!



CHARLOTTE   I fail to see the correlative.



REYNARD     It's okay for a woman to drink womanly things, that's

            feminine and endearing.  But if a man drinks womanly

            things, he's a sissy.  Men should drink macho, manly

            things like coffee!  Good, roasted, black coffee,

            black as the torments of a mans soul which he bears

            stoically, black as the grim triumph of war!



CHARLOTTE   Ah.  And so which of your manly friends tells you this?



REYNARD     Douglas!  Now HE is a real man! He skydives and has

            a four wheel drive and everything, and he drinks COFFEE!



CHARLOTTE   Doesn't Douglas' lover Craig own the coffee shop down

            the street?  Of course Douglas wants you to drink coffee!

            It would be good for business!



REYNARD     Oh, I, um, that is, well...



CHARLOTTE   Have a strawberry.  So what do you think, Green, Oolong,

            Black?



REYNARD     Um, did she send any of that lovely Fragrant Jasmine 

            Petal by any chance?



She's frail an' modest, Mr. Rain.


Copyright © 1995, Morrisa Stanfield Sherman.
This work may not be reproduced in any form without the author's explicit permission


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