Edie
You’re late. Really late. I’ve been sitting here waiting. Do you even realize how rude that is? Or do you just not care anymore? Why did you think it was okay to show up now? What were you doing?
Begin the interview. Start somewhere oblique and work inward.
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Frank
I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m here now, aren’t I? Look, the traffic on 4th was a nightmare, gridlock from end to end. I tried the back streets but the construction crew moved the barriers again. Stupid, right? Or maybe I just zoned out. I’ve been staring at that spreadsheet all afternoon until my eyes bled. My boss, Gary, is a nightmare. He just stares at you until you break. So yeah, I’m late. So what? Do you want me to apologize on bended knee? It’s one meeting.
Edie
You think I care about the traffic? I care that you didn’t call. I sat here for an hour. I stared at the door. I thought maybe you got hurt. Maybe you forgot who I was. Gary stares at you? Who looks at you like that when you’re not looking? Who remembers every detail of why you showed up two hours late? Do you even remember what we were supposed to talk about? Or did you just drive here to keep me waiting?
Frank
Gary? You think my boss is Gary? His name’s Miller. Everyone at the firm knows that. You’re losing it. Or maybe you’re just trying to rattle me because you feel guilty about something else. I didn’t forget. We were supposed to talk about the lease renewal. But you’re making it about me. Always about me. I stopped by the hardware store. That’s all. Need a new washer for the sink. It’s leaking. Don’t act like I’m some villain just because I couldn’t find a parking spot. You always do this. Twist everything until it’s my fault for breathing.
Edie
You’re lying. You didn’t go to the hardware store. I saw your car at the gym. The one with the scratch on the bumper. You say Gary, but you meant Miller. You’re confusing people now. Are you sick? Or are you just trying to make me doubt myself? You think twisting things is a game? I’m not playing. Why would you lie about a washer? Why would you make up a story about a gym? What are you hiding?
Frank
I didn’t lie about the gym. I was there. I meant to work out. I sat in the parking lot for ten minutes staring at the building. I didn’t go in. The scratch is from when I backed into the pole at the loading dock last week. I didn’t want to tell you because you’d make it a thing. You always make it a thing. And Miller is Gary? No, Miller. Why do you keep getting his name wrong? It’s like you’re not even listening anymore. You just hear what you want to hear. Or maybe I’m just tired. I’m exhausted, Edie. My head is full of noise. I just wanted to sit down and have coffee like normal people. Why does everything have to be an interrogation? I didn’t hide anything. I just… I don’t know. I got stuck.
Edie
You sat in the car? With the windows up? I drove past. I saw the lights on. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? You say Miller but it sounds like Gary. Why does the name matter more than the truth? You’re exhausted. So you park. You stare. Then you lie about the hardware store. The washer is leaking because you’re backing into poles. Or is the pole the thing you ran into? At the gym. Or is the gym where you meet him? Gary. Or Miller. Who are you seeing?
Frank
Shut up. Just shut up. I wasn’t seeing anyone. I was sitting there because I couldn’t go in. I couldn’t face the treadmill, the mirrors, everyone sweating and judging. The car was warm. It felt safe. I wasn’t hiding from you, I was hiding from… from everything. The gym has nothing to do with a man. You’re projecting. You’re conjuring ghosts because you’re bored. And Miller is not Gary. I don’t know why you keep saying that. It’s making me dizzy. I’m going home. This conversation is going nowhere but in circles. I have to sleep. I can’t keep doing this. You’re imagining things. All of it.
Edie
You’re leaving? Right now? After everything? You say I’m projecting, but you’re the one running away. You didn’t go to the gym. You went somewhere else. Where did you go? You didn’t go home. You told me that. You stayed in the car. Why? What were you afraid of? If it’s not the treadmill, what is it? You keep changing your story. First the traffic, then the gym, now just sitting there. What did you actually do? Who were you with?
Frank
I didn’t go anywhere else. I was in the car. I told you that. You’re twisting my words. I was afraid of going home alone. Of the silence. Of the sink. Of the leak. You want a story? Here it is: I was scared. I sat in the dark. That’s it. No other guy. No secret meeting. Just me, my car, and my own stupidity. You’re inventing a conspiracy because you can’t handle the idea that I’m just… broken. Tired. Not evil. Just tired. And now you’re standing there accusing me of infidelity when I couldn’t even face a dumb workout. Get out of my head, Edie. Please. I’m leaving. Really this time. I have work tomorrow. Gary—Miller, whatever—won’t wait.
Edie
You’re leaving? Just like that? You say you’re tired, but you’re lying again. You didn’t just sit in the car. You drove somewhere. Where? You mention the leak, but you haven’t fixed it. You’re avoiding the repairman. Who came to fix it? Why did you send them away? You say I’m in your head, but I’m the only one asking questions. You’re scared of the silence? So you fill it with lies. Why do you keep changing names? Gary. Miller. Who are you trying to forget?
Frank
I didn’t send a repairman away. There was no repairman. The sink has been leaking for months. I’ve been pouring bleach down it. It doesn’t stop. I’m not hiding a man, Edie. I’m hiding my own incompetence. I can’t fix a damn faucet. I sit in the car because it’s the only place where the water doesn’t drip. Where the silence isn’t just noise. You want a name? There is no name. There’s just me, sitting in the dark, wondering why I ever thought I could keep this together. You’re right. I am tired. Not of you. Of pretending I’m capable. That’s the truth. Ugly and small. Happy now? Or do you need me to bleed for it?
Edie
Bleeding doesn’t fix a faucet. You’re stalling. You say there’s no name, but you keep looking at me like I should know who it is. If you’re hiding incompetence, why did you come here? Why show up late? If the car is the only safe place, why did you leave it? You said you had work. You said Gary—Miller—wouldn’t wait. Are you at work now? Or are you still sitting in that dark car? Why did you drive to the gym if you weren’t going in? Who told you to go there?
Frank
I didn’t drive to the gym. You said I was there. I said I sat in the parking lot. You’re making things up. I’m not at work. I’m standing in your kitchen, staring at the clock. It’s ticking. That sound is driving me insane. I came here because I needed to see you. To prove I wasn’t a ghost. But you’re treating me like a suspect. I don’t know who told me to go to the gym. I didn’t go. I’m confused, Edie. Not just of you. Of the whole day. My head is spinning. I can’t remember if I called in sick. I think I forgot. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I forgot. Does that help? Or do you need me to confess to a crime I didn’t commit? Just tell me what I did wrong. I’ll say it. I’ll say whatever you want.
Edie
You came to my kitchen. You’re standing there. But you said you were at the gym. Then in the car. Now here. You’re confused? Or are you just bad at remembering? You forgot to call in sick. At Miller’s. Not Gary’s. You’re mixing up your life. You think confessing will make me stop. It won’t. I need to know what you’re actually doing. Not what you remember. What you did. You’re lying about the gym. You’re lying about the leak. Who is Miller? Why do you keep confusing me? Are you trying to make me forget who you are? Or are you trying to forget yourself?
Frank
I don’t know who Miller is. I’ve never worked for a Miller. My boss is Miller. Gary is the guy from accounting who steals my yogurt. I’m not mixing up my life, Edie. I’m trying to keep you from exploding. The gym? I was there. I drove there. I sat. I didn’t go in. I left. I came here. Because I needed to see your face. Not to lie. To be seen. You’re twisting everything into a knot. I’m not forgetting myself. I’m just… tired. The faucet is dripping. Listen to it. Drip. Drip. It’s the only thing making sense right now. Stop talking. Please. Just stop.
Edie
You sat in the car. Then you came here. To my kitchen. You said you needed to see my face. But you’re still talking about the faucet. You’re hiding behind the noise. You said Gary is from accounting. You said Miller is your boss. Then you said you don’t know who Miller is. Which is it? Did you drive to the gym? Or did you drive to my place? Why are you lying about the drive? If you were at the gym, how did you get here so fast? You’re not tired. You’re scared. What are you afraid of? Why did you bring the bleach?
Frank
I didn’t bring bleach. You’re putting words in my mouth again. I have a bottle of Windex in my bag. That’s it. I drive fast because I’m panicked. I’m terrified that if I stop moving, I’ll realize I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know who my boss is anymore. Is it Miller? Gary? Does it matter? I’m just trying to pay rent. I’m just trying to not feel like I’m disappearing. You’re asking too many questions. I can’t answer them. My head is too loud. The faucet is dripping. Listen to it. It’s the only truth left. I’m scared of being found out. Scared that you’ll see I’m just… empty. Stop looking at me like that.