style="font-size:15px;"> SEBASTIAN: It’s nice to meet you, again.
KIP: I’m very sorry about your mother.
SEBASTIAN: Don’t mention it.
BERNADETTE: Can you believe it?
SEBASTIAN: Yes.
BERNADETTE: It seems unreal.
KIP (To Sebastian): Do you like this place?
SEBASTIAN: Pardon me?
BERNADETTE: Can I join you? I saw you sitting here, by yourself. I saw you at the funeral home, but—
KIP: The gravestones look like teeth.
BERNADETTE: Do you mind that I came over? If you do, you can say so. You won’t hurt my feelings. I’ll understand. Sometimes people just want to be by themselves. I enjoy being by myself quite a bit. Other times I enjoy being with—Kip. It’s wonderful to see you. I feel like it’s been years. Has it been? May I sit down? You were reading. Maybe you just want to be alone. Reading can be a wonderful escape. My best friends are all characters in books. I wonder what that means? Are you glad that I came over, or would you just rather I went away?
SEBASTIAN: Please sit down, Bern. You’re giving me a headache.
BERNADETTE: I’m sorry.
(Bernadette sits next to Sebastian. Kip sits on the ground.)
KIP: Don’t the headstones look like teeth?
SEBASTIAN: What does that mean?
KIP: Crooked and rotting.
SEBASTIAN: Well, I don’t know—
BERNADETTE: Forget it—
KIP: They look like teeth to me. Teeth in a very old person’s mouth.
BERNADETTE: Please stop talking about teeth, Kip!
KIP: I hate this place.
BERNADETTE: Why are you sitting on the ground?
KIP: Don’t bury me here.
BERNADETTE: Hmmm. So, what are you reading?
SEBASTIAN: Helter Skelter.
BERNADETTE: I never read that.
KIP: I’ve read it.
SEBASTIAN: I’ve read it before.
(Kip looks around, becoming morose.)
BERNADETTE: You look well. Did I say that? Are you doing well? Financially? I read that piece you wrote in Vanity Fair. I liked it, but I’m not sure I understood it. Is your health good?
SEBASTIAN: I have esophageal reflux.
BERNADETTE: I don’t know what that is. What is that?
SEBASTIAN: It’s complicated.
BERNADETTE: I’m not unintelligent.
SEBASTIAN: I never said you were.
BERNADETTE: You implied it.
SEBASTIAN: You inferred it.
BERNADETTE: I didn’t. Kip! Did Sebastian imply that I’m stupid, or didn’t he?
KIP: What?
BERNADETTE: Oh forget it.
SEBASTIAN: It’s like heartburn.
BERNADETTE: What is?
SEBASTIAN (Losing his patience): Esophageal reflux.
BERNADETTE: Oh. In what way?
SEBASTIAN: It feels like heartburn.
BERNADETTE: I See.
SEBASTIAN: I get it almost every night. It comes from sleeping on the wrong side.
BERNADETTE: Of the bed?
SEBASTIAN: Of your body.
BERNADETTE: I meant that!
KIP: When I die, I’d like to be thrown into the ocean.
SEBASTIAN: Pardon?
KIP: There’s a group that does that, throws you into the ocean. I can’t remember their name, but I—
BERNADETTE: Kip please, I’m talking to my brother.
KIP: Sorry.
BERNADETTE: It was a nice service, don’t you think? Not too much “God” and that sort of thing. Just enough. It’s important to find a balance.
SEBASTIAN: I suppose.
BERNADETTE: We were lucky. It looked like rain this morning. That would’ve been terrible. I think the clouds were appropriate.
SEBASTIAN: You cried beautifully.
BERNADETTE: Thank you.
SEBASTIAN: Very loudly.
KIP: She’s very good.
BERNADETTE (Coy): Stop, Kip.
SEBASTIAN: She always was.
KIP (To Sebastian): Do you cry?
SEBASTIAN: I’m afraid not.
KIP (Sadly): Neither do I.
SEBASTIAN (To Bernadette): You sang well too.
BERNADETTE: Thanks.
SEBASTIAN: Very audibly.
KIP: She cries a lot.
SEBASTIAN: What was the song?
BERNADETTE: “This Could Be the Start of Something Big.”
KIP: Did she cry as a child?
SEBASTIAN: I think so.
BERNADETTE: It was her favorite.
SEBASTIAN: Was it?
BERNADETTE: You will come back to the house with us, won’t you?
SEBASTIAN: I have to get back to the city.
BERNADETTE: But—
SEBASTIAN: I have an appointment.
BERNADETTE: It’ll be nice.
SEBASTIAN: Maybe afterwards.
BERNADETTE:
