| The Phone Call |
|---|
| I want to spare you a lot of sadness |
| I don’t know what he’s told you |
| But I can guarantee you |
| He doesn’t live with mother |
| Or what you’d call a roommate |
| He’s just a — I can’t say it |
| Poor Betty |
| You ask him |
| I’d love to hear his answer |
| Joe! |
| That’s right, Betty, why don’t you ask me? |
| Don’t |
| Or better yet, come over and see for yourself. |
| Yes, right now |
| The address is ten thousand eighty-six, Sunset Boulevard |
| Don’t hate me, Joe. |
| I did it because I need you. |
| Look at me. |
| Look at my hands. |
| Look at my face. |
| Look under my eyes. |
| How can I go back to work if I’m wasting |
| away? |
| No! |
| Don’t stand there hating me, Joe. |
| Shout at me, strike me, |
| but say you don’t hate me |
