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    You Are Happy

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      I look at my watch

      Five minutes late

      Eighth floor

      I get off

      I walk down the hall

      To the number written on my piece of paper

      I push a door

      I go into some kind of hip salon where you can get a spa pedicure

      I ask for Bridget Castonguay

      They ask me if I have an appointment

      Yeah

      Yeah yeah

      They ask me if it’s a bikini appointment

      What?

      They point to a door

      VI

      CHLOE

      Bridget is sitting at her desk

      Her high heels tapping the floor impatiently

      I go in

      Sorry. I didn’t knock. I mean, sorry.

      BRIDGET

      Miss Hartwell!

      CHLOE

      Yeah. Yeah. It’s me. Yes. I’m late. Because I helped an old lady cross the street.

      BRIDGET

      You’re kind. Kindness is good.

      CHLOE

      They’re fragile—you know—grandmothers.

      BRIDGET

      Please have a seat.

      CHLOE

      Thanks.

      BRIDGET

      Coffee?

      CHLOE

      Sure do love my coffee.

      BRIDGET

      You drink a lot of coffee?

      CHLOE

      Oh yeah.

      BRIDGET

      How many a day?

      CHLOE

      Too many.

      BRIDGET

      Are you an anxious type?

      CHLOE

      She serves me a coffee

      Cold

      Anxious?

      BRIDGET

      That’s right.

      CHLOE

      Not really, no.

      BRIDGET

      Good.

      CHLOE

      (clearing her throat) Ahem!

      BRIDGET

      Chloe Hartwell . . .

      CHLOE

      That’s me.

      BRIDGET

      Chloe, Chloe, Chloe . . .

      CHLOE

      Yep.

      BRIDGET

      So?

      CHLOE

      So, what?

      BRIDGET

      Do you like it?

      CHLOE

      Yes, thanks. A bit cold, but very good.

      BRIDGET

      Cold?

      CHLOE

      It’s fine, though, I like cold coffee. Especially in the summer.

      BRIDGET

      I thought—

      CHLOE

      Some restaurants make a really nice iced coffee.

      BRIDGET

      You like going to restaurants, Miss Hartwell?

      CHLOE

      Yes.

      BRIDGET

      What kind of restaurant?

      CHLOE

      All sorts of kinds.

      BRIDGET

      For a first date, which would it be?

      CHLOE

      Which?

      BRIDGET

      Restaurant!

      CHLOE

      . . .

      BRIDGET

      Are you all right?

      CHLOE

      I don’t know which one. I like Indian food.

      BRIDGET

      Good!

      CHLOE

      . . .

      BRIDGET

      May I call you Chloe?

      CHLOE

      Yes.

      BRIDGET

      Great! And you can call me Bridget.

      CHLOE

      . . .

      BRIDGET

      I’ve drawn up a little contract, Chloe.

      CHLOE

      A contract?

      BRIDGET

      Just a teeny-weeny little contract.

      CHLOE

      Teeny-weeny.

      BRIDGET

      Just a contract so you can make sure you get all your razors, and I can make sure I have you here once a month. That way, if I forget to send you your razors, you can call me up and say: “Hey! Bridget! We signed a contract.”

      CHLOE

      Oh! Okay. Yeah. Okay.

      She holds out a piece of paper

      Which I sign at the bottom

      She holds out another piece of paper

      It’s identical

      I sign at the bottom

      BRIDGET

      Now we each have a copy.

      CHLOE

      Great.

      BRIDGET

      . . .

      CHLOE

      . . .

      BRIDGET

      Have you used the razors, Chloe?

      CHLOE

      Yeah.

      BRIDGET

      How many times?

      CHLOE

      Two or three. I don’t remember.

      BRIDGET

      Do you shave in the shower or in the bath?

      CHLOE

      In the bath.

      BRIDGET

      How hot is your bath?

      CHLOE

      Normal.

      BRIDGET

      Warm?

      CHLOE

      A bit hotter than warm.

      BRIDGET

      It’s hot out today.

      CHLOE

      Yeah.

      BRIDGET

      Why don’t you wear skirts, Chloe?

      CHLOE

      . . .

      BRIDGET

      Ashamed of your legs?

      CHLOE

      It’s not that.

      BRIDGET

      Got a complex, do you?

      CHLOE

      It’s just, I didn’t have any clean skirts.

      BRIDGET

      Low self-esteem.

      CHLOE

      Not really, no.

      BRIDGET

      Do you have a personality disorder?

      CHLOE

      Huh?

      BRIDGET

      Borderline?

      CHLOE

      No. I don’t think so.

      BRIDGET

      You don’t think so?

      CHLOE

      Do you think so?

      BRIDGET

      If I say “self-mutilation,” you say?

      CHLOE

      Ouch?

      BRIDGET

      Good!

      CHLOE

      What do you mean, “good”?

      BRIDGET

      You’re all right, Chloe.

      CHLOE

      Thanks.

      BRIDGET

      I like you. And if I may give you a word of advice . . . Men love skirts. Take my brother: it always gets his attention when a girl shows some leg.

      CHLOE

      . . .

      BRIDGET

      Nothing to say?

      CHLOE

      . . .

      BRIDGET

      Are your legs soft?

      CHLOE

      Yes.

      BRIDGET

      Really soft?

      CHLOE

      It depends.

      BRIDGET

      On what?

      CHLOE

      . . .

      BRIDGET

      It’s important. For the razors.

      CHLOE

      Not always soft.

      BRIDGET

      Are you the kind of girl who likes a three-day beard more than a clean-shaven face?

      CHLOE

      No.

      BRIDGET

      You prefer a soft face. That you can kiss, and stroke.

      C
    HLOE

      Yep.

      BRIDGET

      So! In that case, why don’t you do the same for your legs?

      CHLOE

      Meaning?

      BRIDGET

      Shave them three or four times a week, so they always stay soft.

      CHLOE

      . . .

      BRIDGET

      Are you a faithful girl, Chloe?

      CHLOE

      What?

      BRIDGET

      . . .

      CHLOE

      Yes, overall.

      BRIDGET

      Overall?

      CHLOE

      I think so, yes.

      BRIDGET

      So, if you become attached to my—to our—product, you won’t go looking elsewhere?

      CHLOE

      As long as I’m satisfied with the product, no.

      BRIDGET

      Good.

      CHLOE

      Is that it?

      BRIDGET

      Huh?

      CHLOE

      There’s sort of a chill

      I just sit there

      So does she

      We smile

      It’s nice

      Because smiling means you’re on the same page

      BRIDGET

      Do you do your bikini line?

      CHLOE

      That’s personal.

      BRIDGET

      Not at all.

      CHLOE

      Yes at all.

      BRIDGET

      You don’t shave in the region of your genital parts?

      CHLOE

      I didn’t say that.

      BRIDGET

      Hairy genital parts are repulsive to men’s mouths.

      CHLOE

      Okay, too much. I’m leaving now.

      BRIDGET

      Why?

      CHLOE

      Because that’s none of your business.

      BRIDGET

      We’re just talking. If you have no problem being repulsive to men’s mouths, that means you don’t have a lover. Am I right?

      CHLOE

      I do my bikini line.

      BRIDGET

      You’re single, am I right?

      CHLOE

      . . .

      BRIDGET

      So.

      CHLOE

      . . .

      BRIDGET

      Don’t be like that. I don’t want to hurt you. Au contraire. To be honest, I don’t give a damn if your legs are softer to your touch. What’s important is that your legs are softer to a man’s touch. After all, we don’t shave our legs for our own hands, am I wrong?

      CHLOE

      No.

      BRIDGET

      You need a life partner.

      CHLOE

      A what?

      BRIDGET

      Would you like me to help you meet someone?

      CHLOE

      Say what?!

      BRIDGET

      I know you’re tired of doing your grocery shopping alone.

      CHLOE

      . . .

      BRIDGET

      You told me so when we met. Don’t play shy.

      CHLOE

      Maybe there are times when I’d like to have someone to do my shopping with, sure. But that doesn’t mean you can force me to—

      BRIDGET

      I’m not forcing you to do anything.

      CHLOE

      Sorry.

      BRIDGET

      It would just be good if I could help you to help us.

      CHLOE

      . . .

      BRIDGET

      I could introduce you to someone.

      CHLOE

      I am quite capable of finding a boyfriend all by myself.

      BRIDGET

      Okay. If you say so.

      CHLOE

      I do say so.

      BRIDGET

      Then prove it.

      CHLOE

      I’ve got nothing to prove to you.

      BRIDGET

      You just signed a contract.

      CHLOE

      Yeah, and?

      BRIDGET

      You should always read what you sign, Chloe.

      CHLOE

      What are you trying to say?

      BRIDGET

      In the contract it says that the client commits to having a lover in order to—

      CHLOE

      She picks up the piece of paper in front of her

      BRIDGET

      “Maximize the benefication of accurate and correct results vis-à-vis supporting evidence.”

      CHLOE

      You have got to be kidding.

      BRIDGET

      You can read it. You have a copy in front of you.

      CHLOE

      I read

      She’s right

      That bitch

      BRIDGET

      In one month, at our next appointment, you will have a lover.

      CHLOE

      Or else what?

      BRIDGET

      I repeat my offer: I can help you find someone.

      CHLOE

      No thanks. I’ll do it myself.

      BRIDGET

      Fine.

      CHLOE

      Then I do this bizarre move

      I don’t know why

      Kind of halfway between a hip-hop hand gesture and the Girl Guide salute

      Anyway

      BRIDGET

      And one more thing.

      CHLOE

      What?

      BRIDGET

      Do you drink a lot of water?

      CHLOE

      . . .

      BRIDGET

      Then that means you’re putting on cellulite. Men don’t like women who put on cellulite. Careful, dear.

      CHLOE

      . . .

      BRIDGET

      A young woman your age who doesn’t exercise—because you don’t seem like someone who exercises—a young woman your age—

      CHLOE

      I leave her office

      VII

      CHLOE

      I go home

      Rush into the bathroom

      Hyperventilating

      Splash water on my face

      Look at myself in the mirror

      Idiot

      I go into the kitchen

      I read and reread the contract that I signed

      Like a

      Like a

      Like a

      I go back into the bathroom

      Look at myself in the mirror

      Idiot

      I knock back two glasses of water

      While peering at the back of my thighs

      Son of a bitch

      I go meet a friend

      Catherine

      For coffee

      I say nothing about any of this

      I’ll spare you the details of our conversation

      It’s the usual

      Who she’s sleeping with

      Who I’m not sleeping with

      And at the end

      “Love you so much, girl”

      I go back home

      The next day

      I sort of forget

      I go to work

      Every week

      I get a pack of razors in my mailbox

      The day of my next appointment with Bridget is coming up

      I’ve got nobody

      No goddamn stupid bullshit life partner

      Anyway

      I’m not going to her stupid appointment

      In the night

      I catch myself hoping she introduces me to a man

      And in my dreams

      He’s hot

     
    And nice

      And so madly in love

      But at the same time independent

      He likes to do his thing and I do mine

      We love going for walks in the park and watching the birds

      But every morning

      I decide I’m not going to the next appointment

      God

      A month has gone by

      Now

      In a fraction of a second

      It’s colder outside

      I’m wearing a fall coat

      Red

      With a scarf

      I am not gonna go meet Bridget

      No

      I won’t go

      I walk

      Down the street

      Everyone’s holding each other’s

      Hand

      Waist

      I walk

      I won’t go

      Then just like that

      Bam, right in front of me, chump that I am

      Is the door of the building

      I go up to the office of Bridget Castonguay

      I’m in the elevator

      You’re in here with me

      Maybe

      You’d like to be the man

      Who gets in and makes love to me

      Between floors

      VIII

      CHLOE

      Bridget is sitting at her desk

      Her high heels tapping the floor impatiently

      I go in

      BRIDGET

      Chloe! How are you? You seem well. Really very, very well. You look good. Fabulous! Super. Super well. I’m glad.

      CHLOE

      . . .

      BRIDGET

      So glad.

      CHLOE

      . . .

      BRIDGET

      Nice, healthy, rosy cheeks.

      CHLOE

      . . .

      BRIDGET

      I’m very, very glad to see you.

      CHLOE

      . . .

      BRIDGET

      I’ll take that as a “me too.”

      CHLOE

      Sure.

      BRIDGET

      Sit down.

      CHLOE

      I stay standing

      BRIDGET

      Sit down.

      CHLOE

      I stay standing

      BRIDGET

      Okay.

      CHLOE

      I look out the window

      BRIDGET

      You all right?

      CHLOE

      I stay standing

      I tried everything.

      BRIDGET

      Sit down.

      CHLOE

      And . . . nothing.

      I sit down

      Her smile

      The bitch

      BRIDGET

      Here.

      CHLOE

      She offers me a cup of coffee

      Which I drink

      Her smile

      The bitch

      I went to parties. All kinds. Singles. Couples. Smart guys. Dumb guys. Fat ones. Skinny ones. What’s wrong with me? Eh? Don’t I deserve someone to take care of me when I have the flu?

      BRIDGET

      You had the flu? That’s not good. No. That’s no good at all.

      CHLOE

      I didn’t have the flu.

      BRIDGET

      Make up your mind!

      CHLOE

      She bangs on the table

      It’s a metaphor.

     


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