[Continued from part 2]
The phone didn’t ring any more on Friday night, and by Saturday morning it had been cleaned inside and out, wiping the dirty bits both literal and figurative.
My cellphone doesn’t have a batch delete option for the camera, so I had to delete each photo individually. The images flashed on the tiny screen, one after the other like a little nudie flip book. A jittery silent porno. Not much plot, but I’ve seen worse.
It wasn’t until the afternoon that I found the text messages.
Dozens and dozens of text messages, all to or from the same number. Hello, Mr. Formerly Blocked ID.
The play opens in the wee hours of Tuesday May 5:
Her: 1:52A Bring my cloths now my aunt is coming
Him: 1:58A On friday and i love u ok and stop hangin phone on me ok. That is not kool
Her: 2:02A Goodbye then were done
Him: 2:08A Hey listen i dont need it. I will drop them friday ok
Her: 2:16A I needthem now i wanted to take them u said ud bring them some r tonys now shes mad
Then silence for a half an hour, until she tries another tack:
Her: 2:38A I still loveu
Still no response from him. A half hour later, another volley:
Her:: 3:05A Come here i need sex with u.
Him: 3:05A I love u. Im coming ovr now.
Her: 3:06A Bring the cloths.
And so the curtain closes on Act I. The play resumes a couple hours later, and clearly there has been drama offstage:
Him: 4:57A So now ur chettin on me right. I c .
Her: 4:59A Ur wrong im no cheat.
Him: 5:00A I saw you like an hour ago
Her: 5:02A I was with you
Him: 5:04A That wuzn me you b
And after a pause:
Her: 5:15A U sure?
Him: 5:17A Id no if u were with me. I saw u.
Her: 5:18A LOL looked like u
Him: 5:19A If ur doin this at back then amanda am sorry i can se u anymore thanks
Her: 5:22A Made mistake any1 cud.
Him: 5:23A Crazy bich
Thus the curtain closes on Act I. On Thursday, our hero gives a soliloquy for Act II:
Him: 1:37A Can u call me pls
Him: 2:20A Call me
Him: 2:15A Why u call to just hang up.
Him: 2:40A Ur so mean i will drop ur stuff at robbes. Cuz i cant take this anymore and have fun with ur new man. How ru always hang up on me?
Act III takes place early Friday morning, when the passion and confusion of our protagonists builds to a dramatic conclusion:
Her: 6:18A When r u coming
Him: 6:33A Am working cuz i need money to pay my bills.so drop ur stuff around 6pm. Make sure phone is on cuz i have 31 cent
Her: 6:40A Ok
Her: 6:41A Thanks for being therewhen i need u
Him: 6:44A U say u need me. Then y u be with another man.
Her: 6:48A So long ago. U need to not hang on things. I love u only now.
Him: 6:58A And also i cant be with a person who has another man. So when i bring ur stuff an sorry amanda cuz ur hartin me alot and i can do this anymore
Her 6:47A I dont have any other man but u and done want one
Him: 7:13A Ur hartin me so much u know that right
Him: 7:20A U relly not have another man?
Her: 7:29A I love u only forevr. No other man is like u.
Him: 7:33A I love u.
Her: 7:36A Love u
Her: 7:44A Dont forget to bring the cloths
And so the curtain closes on our reconciled lovers. Presumably our hero delivers the clothes after work as promised. And so we begin to think of sentences that begin with “Happily” and end with “after.”
But lo! Before the house lights rise, there is a denouement:
Him: 6:24P Thanks for letting me kno u dont have one, and u dont wants one. Is all good
Her: 6:26P Rick is my man now.
Him: 6:33P C R A Z Y B T C H
Her: 6:40P Joking wit u. Srry. Love u
Him: 6:43P Dont do that to m
Her: 8:56P Gonn c u later right. I need sex with u.
Him: 9:35P U want me to com ovr now?
Her: 9:39P Ya need u now.
Her: 9:43P Bring the rst of the cloths
And… scene!



This reminds me of the time I was sitting in a small cafe with Henrik Ibsen and he was complaining about writer’s block. I came up with the brilliant idea of leaving his Blackberry behind for someone to find.
How would this help he asked me.
I said, give it time, people pour out their foolish little lives into these 19th century wonders. When the time is right, we will track it down and you will have your new play.
And so, when you open your copies of Hedda Gabler you will find the dedication reading: Damn yo! The Uni was straight and true, found me a muse and I just busted this bitch out in a forthnight. Lv U Uni! :) Sincerely, your pal, Ibbie.
#A: I am not the same Amanda whose 40 vaginas you have seen.
#B: if you start carrying your cellphone in a holster, I am afraid I can not C U N-E mor, I will B with Tony now he is my new man.
#C: When you meet me for Sunday brunch, bring the cloths. Sum R not mine.
Rob: Ibbie dined out on that story for years, the jammy bastard.
Amanda: If holsters are out, what about a Klingon sash? “Today is a good day to dial.” (Yes, even I am pained by my humour sometimes.)