Featured Playwright of May
Congratulations to this month's featured playwright; Steven Shapiro with his play "The Waiting Room"!
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Mr. Shapiro is a former Corporate Executive, author, and lecturer by profession and playwright by avocation. His nine plays have spanned 13 years and have been performed by universities, local and regional theatres throughout the United States, Canada, United Kingdom, France, Australia, and India. Three plays have been published in the United Kingdom and the United States. He holds a Bachelor of Arts and Master of Arts in Psychology from Richmond College of the City University of New York. He is a member of the Dramatist Guild of America and The Playwrights Center.
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THE WAITING ROOM
By Steven Shapiro
CAST OF CHARACTERS
PETER – An average looking man in his 30’s
WESLEY – A very attractive woman in her 30’s
THE WAITING ROOM
SCENE 1
LOCATION
A psychiatrist’s waiting room.
TIME
The present.
THE SET
The play can take place on a simple set but should provide for two chairs and/or a chair and a couch with a side or coffee table for magazines and a coat stand. The entrance to the waiting room and the psychiatrist's office should be clearly delineated.
SYNOPSIS
Perhaps the last bastion of medical orthodoxy, the psychiatrist’s office is a place where time as a fixed fifty-minute construct has remained true to its analytical roots. And, it is within the small treatment room, we sometimes find ourselves, or lose ourselves under the vale and mystery of the process, obscured from view by a narrow door and resonance of the white noise generator in the waiting room.
It is uncommon for two people to occupy the same waiting space prior to their appointments. Perhaps, better the psyche left to freely associate without the burden of the banalities of waiting room small talk, or the uncomfortable silence associated with something so very private. But what happens when two people do break the applied psycho-physics of occupying the same space and time? Peter and Wesley, two people brought together with the aspiration of returning to a measure of normality, unearth that which is messy, heartbreaking, and undeniably painful. The waiting room, the weigh station, is an emblematic embarkation point in route to the mystery just behind the treatment door, however it is devoid of practical theory, and unconstrained by guided psychiatric convention as practiced by Wesley,
THE WAITING ROOM
SCENE 1
At rise, a psychiatrist’s waiting room. PETER, arather ordinary looking man in his 30’s, isnervous and tentative, sits thumbing through a copyof Men’s Health Magazine while frequentlychecking his wristwatch. Enter WESLEY; anattractive woman in her 30’s. She removes hercoat and hangs it next to a freshly dry-cleaned suitenclosed in a garment bag – presumably Peter’s.She then turns and moves toward the seat oppositePeter giving him a good looking-over, as ifinspecting a car she might buy. As she nears, aquizzical expression spreads across PETER'S face,as he looks at his watch once again, pulls out anappointment card and examines it. Finally,WESLEY grins and speaks.
WESLEY
Funny.
(PETER ignores her.)
I said funny.
PETER
I’m sorry…Are you talking to me?
WESLEY
You mean as opposed to talking to myself?
PETER
Well, I just…
WESLEY
You’re the only person in here right? I mean I’m crazy, but…but I’m not nuts.
PETER
No… I just thought…you might have one of those Bluetooth sets. On your cell, you know?
WESLEY
Oh God no. Those things cause tumors. A friend of mine had one the size of an apple…I’m sure it was from her cell phone. No. I was talking to you.
PETER
Oh, okay. So what’s funny?
WESLEY
About tumors?... nothing.
PETER
No, a minute ago you said…funny.
WESLEY
Oh! I was just thinking. Funny you don’t strike me as being gay.
PETER
Oh, okay.
(A beat)
I mean I’m not, but what makes you say that?
WESLEY
Your choice of magazines. Men’s Health is for gay guys who can’t work up the courage to look at actual porn. All those shirtless muscle men…it’s like gateway homoerotica.
PETER
Oh, I uh…never knew that.
(PETER waits a second then awkwardly puts it down and quickly
picks up another. It’s Glamour. He drops it like a hot potato and
shuffles through the pile. He comes up with Sports Illustrated.
WESLEY snickers.)
WESLEY
Relax, it’s not a test.
(A beat)
Although…maybe it is. Maybe the doctor is watching us right now and making notes based on our reading choices. Like if I pick People I’m shallow and narcissistic. Popular Mechanics means I’m a closet lesbian. And, Martha Stewart Living means…Hmm…what would that mean?
PETER
You’re a frigid control freak.
WESLEY
Exactly! Better play it safe…hand me Cosmo.
(PETER hands her the magazine. She immediately rips out a page,
crumple,s it throws it in the trash, and then starts flipping through
the articles.)
PETER
What’s that all about?
WESLEY
Cosmo? Fashion, relationships…sex.
PETER
No, the thing with…ripping out the page?
WESLEY
Oh that! Page 13. Bad number. Got to go.
PETER
You’re superstitious?
WESLEY
Not really. But if I don’t take out page 13, I have to get up and touch the light switch ten times. So…this is easier, even if I’m defacing someone else’s magazine.
(PETER eyes her suspiciously then takes out his appointment card
again and checks his watch.)
PETER
Excuse me. Are you seeing Dr. Hershberg or Dr. Shaw?
WESLEY
Sam – Dr. Hershberg.
PETER
Not noon I hope?
WESLEY
No, one o’clock.
PETER
A bit early.
WESLEY
Well, one o’clock is really thirteen o’clock, ya’ know? So I set my watch an hour back that way when I start, it’s says twelve not thirteen.
PETER
(Totally confused.)
And yet...you still show up an hour early?
WESLEY
I know. Crazy right? Hey look at this!
(WESLEY shows him the cover of Cosmo.)
Seventy-Five!
PETER
Is that another bad number? You gonna’ rip that out too?
WESLEY
No, it’s just…look. Our Seventy-Five Hottest Love Techniques. Seventy-five! Doesn’t that sound like a lot? I mean, I’ve been around the block a few times…more than a few, actually. And I bet I could only come up with, like twenty, or thirty actual sex techniques before I get into the weird stuff.
(PETER nods his head, unsure of how to react. There is an
awkward pause as he squirms in his chair.)
I just made you uncomfortable right? What was it? Talking about sex in general or myself in particular?
PETER
No. It’s just…this isn’t what I expected…from a waiting room. I thought you were supposed to wait…you know…for the doctor And…not talk.
WESLEY
Oh my God! You’re a virgin.
PETER
What? No! I was married you know.
WESLEY
No. I meant first-timer. For therapy. But it’s interesting that your mind went right for the sexual meaning.
PETER
What? You are crazy! You talk about gay porn, and weird sex techniques, and then call me a virgin, and I’m not supposed to assume you mean in the sexual sense?
WESLEY
Assume. The word “assume” starts with “ass”. And from the way you were checking mine out when I walked in—
PETER
That’s it. Goodbye. I’ll come back another day.
(He gets up, grabs his garment bag and walks out slamming the
door. WESLEY shrugs, and goes back to reading “Cosmo”. A
moment passes and then PETER enters again.)
No. You know what? I’m here for a noon appointment.
(He sits as if he’s reclaiming his territory.)
You’re the one who’s an hour early. You should be the one to leave.
WESLEY
Why? Because it’s awkward? Look, I’m fine with awkward. My whole life is awkward. Like this one time, I was in bed with two guys and—
PETER
(Over)
Please don’t talk to me anymore. I just want to sit here and read this article about… South American soccer…until it's time for my appointment.
WESLEY
Fine. Suit yourself. Explore your foot fetish.
(Several moments pass.)
Look, I’m sorry. It isn’t me…. Well not most of me, but it’s the meds. It keeps check on the behaviors, but they make me a bit amped up and blabby.
(PETER looks up and considers.)
PETER
Stabalene?
WESLEY
Yeah.
PETER
What dosage?
WESLEY
200 milligrams. How do you know this stuff? I thought you were a vir –a newbie?
PETER
I’m a pharmacist. 200 milligrams explain a lot. You might want to ease off a bit.
WESLEY
And spend all day counting the cracks in the wall? God no! I’m not going back to that particular level of hell. Things aren’t great, but at least I’m moving forward.
(There is another moment of silence.)
PETER
Look, I’m sorry too. Like you said…I’m a newbie to most of this. I know about the meds…but I’m not so good with…the talking. At least not lately.
WESLEY
Yeah okay.
(Beat)
I’m Wesley by the way.
PETER
I’m Peter.
(PETER has lightened up a bit.)
I’ve seen a therapist before and it didn’t work out.
WESLEY
That happens. It’s like dating. You got to hop into bed with a lot of losers before you find somebody to stick with.
PETER
I guess that’s the way it is…for most people…I mean.
WESLEY
But not you huh? Don’t tell me. The wife you mentioned…she was the first?
PETER
No… I mean I went to college. There were girls.
WESLEY
But she’s the one you really loved right? And things ended badly, and now you’re here because you think the doctor can fix things?
PETER
Well...my former doctor told me Dr. Hershberg is very highly regarded.
WESLEY
I agree. But, somewhat unconventional.
(Beat)
You’ll do fine.
WESLEY
(A pause while WESLEY looks at the coat stand.)
What’s with the—?
PETER
Oh, my dry cleaning.
WESLEY
Funeral or hot date after your shrinkage?
PETER
Neither. I have an interview after the session.
WESLEY
Why didn’t you just wear the suit?
(A pause. Then reluctantly.)
PETER
(Softly)
Wrinkles.
WESLEY
What?
PETER
WRINKLES.
WESLEY
You did say wrinkles. Those little irregular creases in your--
PETER
(A bit indignant)
(Over)
I know what they are. This interview is very important and I didn’t want to look like I slept in my suit.
WESLEY
You’re losing me here.
PETER
Well…as you said… the doctor’s unorthodox approach has me a bit anxious.
WESLEY
Unconventional.
PETER
Ok, my precise thoughts about Dr. Hershberg’s unconventional approach was, if I need to be on the…you know…the couch….or on the floor, or swing off monkey bars—
WESLEY
Monkey bars?
PETER
Hey. I don’t know what to expect. I thought it's best to dress casual.
WESLEY
Well, there isn't a dress code. That’s what Sam says anyway.
PETER
Why do you call the Doctor Sam? It's says on the door W.S. Hershberg, MD.
WESLEY
Yeah? Anyone who is presumptuous enough to start a name with 2 initials should be called a lot worse …unless…I mean you’re TS Elliot.
PETER
Shouldn't a doctor be accorded some professional respect?
WESLEY
Sure.
PETER
Then why not Dr. Hirshberg? Or just Doctor?
WESLEY
I don’t know. It just seemed comfortable is all. That’s what good therapy is about. Feeling like you can say, or call anyone anything right?
PETER
Within reason, I suppose. I always thought that things should stay civil. It's a professional relationship right?
WESLEY
It's a relationship like any other...it requires give and take. Names and titles aren't really as important as making an effort to communicate.
PETER
(Sarcastically)
That doesn't seem to take much effort at all in your case.
WESLEY
Yes, I can't shut up. We've covered that.
PETER
Doesn't that cause problems? Like at your job? You have one right?
WESLEY
Two actually. I'm an actress and a waitress. Being talkative helps with both.
PETER
And your other afflictions don’t get in the way?
WESLEY
Those? Nah.
PETER
So you always wanted to act?
WESLEY
Not at first. I needed a steady job, so a waitress fit my energy level. The money is okay and they threw in letting me clean the bar and all the tables at the end of the evening.
PETER
And the acting?
WESLEY
I owe that totally to Sam
(Sarcastically)
Dr. Hershberg.
PETER
That’s remarkable. Sounds like a talented psychiatrist.
WESLEY
Yeah, but there’s still this…well…this thing about getting here too early and annoying patients. Needs some work.
PETER
May have a point.
WESLEY
Where was I? Oh! My acting. We were doing some role playing and came to realize that some of my…well… rituals disappeared when I became someone else.
PETER
Someone else? Sounds a bit--
WESLEY
Crazy?
PETER
Well yeah?
WESLEY
Sometimes total emersion into a role reduces anxiety. Kind of like James Earl Jones.
PETER
The actor? He suffers from OCD?
WESLEY
Why would you assume he has OCD?
PETER
Oh I don’t know. Train of thought maybe?
WESLEY
No. He’s a terrible stutterer until he gets into character. Then out of nowhere comes this marvelous baritone voice of Othello.
PETER
Didn’t know that. Sort of interesting.
WESLEY
Yeah, we developed some great techniques to use which really help a lot. Sam would make a fortune in the acting field. There are those who say that the techniques go a bit too far, though I tend to...immerse myself in the character. It can be hard to know who I am sometimes.
PETER
I guess that could be troublesome. Depending on whom you're pretending to be.
WESLEY
A couple of years ago I was in Streetcar Named Desire, in this little 99-seat place downtown. I played Blanche, of course, but when the cast and crew figured out I couldn't drop the character when the curtain came down...let's just say
(In her best Vivian Lee accent, she sits uncomfortably close and
caresses PETER’s arm flirtatiously.)
I had my share of "kindness" from an awful lot of strangers backstage. Some nights I was so sore I could barely walk out and deliver my lines.
(PETER shifts uncomfortably in his seat.)
WESLEY
There it is again.
PETER
What?
WESLEY
Every time the subject turns to sex, you do this little squirming thing in your chair.
PETER
I do not...
WESLEY
Oh, yes you do. That, in a poker game is what's called a "tell". So, what are you hiding that you'll only tell the doctor? What's the dark, sexual secret? Hookers? Voyeurism?
PETER
No! It's not...it isn't sexual at all actually. I'm here because I have problems at work.
WESLEY
Oh, please. Gossipy co-workers and demanding bosses? Those aren't Dr. Hershberg's stock and trade.
PETER
No. My co-workers are fine, and I'm the boss. I'm a pharmacist. But...I hate it. I hate everything about it.
WESLEY
So, there's a career counselor on the sixth floor.
PETER
I know. I've seen her. She sent me to the other therapist. Then he sent me here.
WESLEY
So you hate your chosen career. Hate it with a passion that leads you to therapy.
PETER
Yes. Except it isn't my chosen career. It's just what I ended up with when I dropped out of med school.
WESLEY
Med school? Oh no, not another wannabe shrink!
PETER
No, no. A cardiologist actually. At least that was our plan?
WESLEY
Our plan, not your plan?
PETER
Ours. Me and Cynthia. My wife. You were right when you guessed that things ended badly. But they were probably doomed from the start. Us being together was...never in the numbers.
WESLEY
Goody!…numbers.
PETER
Fours marrying fours and eights marrying eights. If you see a couple that doesn’t add up, it’s usually because of money.
WESLEY
So, I take it you married above your number.
PETER
Several digits.
WESLEY
And she was expecting a doctor? Success? Money?
PETER
Yeah.
(Beat)
Uh, look...I'm not comfortable talking about this anymore.
WESLEY
Why?
PETER
Whaddaya mean,why, I've already told you more than I told my therapist...and I just met you.
WESLEY
Well, presumably, you had just met him too.
PETER
But he was a professional! A Doctor!
WESLEY
And you're not. Is that the problem?
PETER
Yes, I mean...NO! YOU'RE not! That's the problem!!
WESLEY
Ah, but you said "yes" before you said "no." Dr. Sam says the first answer is always the most honest. Dr. Sam says...
PETER
Shut up! I'm not here to talk to you! I'm not going to talk to you about my life...my wife! You're just...just some dirty-talking sex crazed nut!
(He throws the magazine to the floor. There is a pause.)
WESLEY
Okay...that hurt a little bit.
PETER
Ah...Oh, jeez. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.
WESLEY
You said it pretty forcefully...
PETER
Yeah, I know. It's just...I lost it a little because...you sort of remind me of Cynthia. You're beautiful, like her.
(Beat)
The truth is...going to med school...that was what I always wanted for myself...but then later it got tied up with wanting her. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm kinda' ordinary. But doctors...even the plain ones have gorgeous wives, right?
WESLEY
So, you married the beautiful woman. And you
were on your way to being a doctor. What happened?
PETER
Well, it sounds uncomplicated. But, we met, fell in love, I started med school, and we decided to get married. She would work in the salon while I would go to school.
WESLEY
She was a stylist?
PETER
Yeah, upscale salon.
WESLEY
Sounds like a nice beginning. A story you tell your grand kids.
PETER
Yeah, beginnings are usually wonderful. Unfortunately, middles muddy the marriage up and before you know it, the two of you are hanging from a chandelier waiting for the marriage to collapse into a thousand pieces.
WESLEY
Pretty dark take on things.
PETER
(Amused)
Did you ever hear the joke about never marrying a beautiful woman?
WESLEY
No.
PETER
Well, it’s something like; The first guy says to the second guy, “Never marry a beautiful woman. The second guy says, why? The first guy says, because they always leave. The second guy says, well an ugly woman can leave as well. To which the first guy says, yeah, but who cares?”
WESLEY
And you find this funny?
PETER
I
n a kind of rip your kidneys out, disemboweled, cut your nuts off kinda’ way – yeah.
WESLEY
Maybe it’s in the telling.
PETER
So, have you ever been married?
WESLEY
No.
PETER
Ever cheated on?
WESLEY
Depends on the ground rules.
PETER
Hum. Have you ever lost something precious?
WESLEY
And if I said yes, would it change the way you feel?
PETER
Probably not.
WESLEY
So, you feel like your insides have been ripped out.
PETER
Yup, I think I covered enough organs to make my point.
WESLEY
Interesting choice of organs. You left one out...one that should be obvious to a man who was studying to be a cardiologist.
PETER
Ah, that. That's still there.
WESLEY
How do you know?
PETER
(Lengthy pause as he becomes emotional.)
Because...it hurts...so....
(WESLEY nods)
WESLEY
Peter, have you ever heard the saying, "The heart wants what it wants?"
PETER
Yeah, sure I guess?
WESLEY
That's the phrase that usually leads people to show up in rooms like this one. Their heart wants something...something they never think they may ever get.
PETER
I guess that makes sense.
WESLEY
But the thing that trips people up is what the heart wants is almost never the same as what it needs. This leads to conflict...and the conflict leads people here.
PETER
And you know this from what? Your years as a patient? You have this incredible insight because you're nuts?
WESLEY
Crazy but not nuts. I thought I made that perfectly clear.
PETER
Yeah, well...it's a fine line.
WESLEY
Your tone is getting nasty again. Is it because I'm a woman? Or because I'm a woman who reminds you of Cynthia?
PETER
I don’t know...maybe because you're crazy, or maybe I'm crazy.
WESLEY
You don't seem crazy to me. You seem mostly angry. Even the joke you told...it had an edge of anger behind it. Frustration.
PETER
Frustration. Yes, I am frustrated...
WESLEY
Because?
PETER
Because, I failed. My wife is gone!
WESLEY
So she left you.
PETER
I...left her.
WESLEY
Why?
PETER
Things got bad.
WESLEY
But they started good?
PETER
Well, like you she is a stunner. She could have any guy...and she wanted me. You know how that made me feel? Just some schlub studying to be a doctor, up long nights with coursework...but I always had time to look forward to. She liked to sleep over because my place was closer to work. So, I thought, why not take a leap.
WESLEY
You proposed?
PETER
Borrowed money, too much...to buy a killer ring. Knocked her socks off. Same with the wedding and the honeymoon. I'd figure I'd pay it back when I had a successful practice.
WESLEY
But that didn't happen.
PETER
She...she started pulling away.
WESLEY
Pulling away...you mean she stopped screwing you, right?
PETER
Well I wouldn't say it that way, but...yeah. No sex. For a long time.
WESLEY
You still loved her?
PETER
Of course! Life isn't just sex.
WESLEY
That's just one point of view. But I'm kinda' of a sex-crazed nut remember?
PETER
I apologize for calling you that.
WESLEY
I know. But I think you said it for a reason. I think you needed to say it for a long time.
PETER
What? I just met you!
WESLEY
Not to me, Peter.
PETER
Then to whom?
WESLEY
Forget it for now.
(Beat)
So why did she stop wanting sex?
PETER
She didn't. She just stopped wanting it with me.
(As he summons up the courage.)
I had a rare day off after exams. So why not drop by the salon and surprise Cynthia? When I got there the manager says she was running a couple of errands, so I decided to get a cut and a shave while I waited.
WESLEY
And nobody knew who you were?
PETER
Nope. Was only there one other time to drop her off.
WESLEY
And?
PETER
The shop wasn’t that busy so I asked for a guy.
(Beat)
I thought the cut anyone can do. But it takes a guy to really give a good shave.
WESLEY
So presumably he starts to cut your hair and something happens?
PETER
Well, the usual guy talk during the cut. But then right in the middle of shaving me. I’m lying back, completely exposed, and this…this guy literally has a straight razor against my neck when it hits me that the woman he’s talking about screwing…the woman he describes…is my wife. The blood drained from my face. He could’ve cut my throat and not a drop would’ve come out.
WESLEY
So you left her?
PETER
No. Not right away. I blamed myself. All the hours studying...In my mind, I even forgave her a little bit. But it was there between us, and I couldn't make it go away. My grades started to slip. I lost focus. In the end, I cobbled together enough courses to get my pharmacist license, and then I dropped out. Things got worse from there.
WESLEY
Sounds pretty bad already.
PETER
I failed in my career, so why not my marriage as well? I filed for divorce...she didn't fight it. I'm pretty sure she was relieved.
WESLEY
Yet now you want her back.
PETER
I didn't say that.
WESLEY
You didn't have to. You called her your wife, not your ex. You make excuses for her, talk about how beautiful she is...all these things tell me you still love her.
PETER
It doesn't matter anyway. She won't talk to me...never returns my calls. She even blocked my email...like I'm some stalker. I'm not, by the way.
WESLEY
Hey, I'm not judging you. Just listening. But if you really want her back, the question I ask is...why?
PETER
Because...she's who I fell in love with! She's who I'm supposed to spend my life with! We had a plan! We had a future! It wasn't supposed to be like this! I'm not supposed to hate my life!
(Beat)
You see that suit there?
WESLEY
Of course.
PETER
Every day for the last six months I bring that suit with me to the pharmacy.
WESLEY
And you never wear it?
PETER
Nope. I even have it cleaned every two weeks.
WESLEY
Then why?
PETER
Every time things get bad, I hope I can find the courage.
WESLEY
Courage to do what?
PETER
To forgive myself for believing I was a failure. To put that suit on, hop in a cab and go talk to The Dean of Admissions at the Medical School. See if I can find some way of finishing.
WESLEY
And what prevents you?
PETER
Cynthia. Her last words were I was “worthless as a husband, a man, and woulda' been a failure as a doctor.”
WESLEY
And what did you say?
PETER
When?
WESLEY
When she said that to you. What did you say to her?
PETER
I...said. I said nothing.
WESLEY
But you wanted to say something?
PETER
No. Maybe. I don't know.
WESLEY
Peter, you say you still love her. You say you want her back...that you want to go back to when you had a plan, and your future was still ahead of you. Okay. Go back...but go back to the exact moment when she said that to you, and tell me what you wish you could tell her. If you want to fix things...to make your marriage work, tell me. But if there's something else...just say it.
PETER
I... can't. This is stupid.
WESLEY
Here. I'll help.
(Wesley lets down her hair and takes on a vampish caricature of
PETER'S ex-wife.)
WESLEY (Cont’d)
"You're worthless. You're worthless as a man, and as a husband. You'll never be a doctor. You're just a pharmacist! You count pills! It's pathetic! You might as well throw away that suit...you're too scared to put it on. You're..."
PETER
SHUT UP!!!! This is your fault! We had a future, and you threw it away! You fucked another man! And probably others too! You...You're a SLUT!!!
WESLEY
(Still in character.)
Yeah, I'm a slut! So what? I'm the best you'll ever do! You still want me.
PETER
No...no I don't! I want what I thought we had...But we never really had that!
WESLEY
You still need me. You can't do it alone. You don't have the guts.
PETER
Maybe I don't...but either way...it's got nothing to do with you! I had a life...I had goals before they got all tied up with you! And I can have them again...I just need...to take you out of it. I need to untangle it all so that I can see again, without you being a part of it.
WESLEY
And the future?
PETER
It's still in the future! I can do what I want...without you.
WESLEY
Because?
PETER
Because I don't love you anymore! And I don't want you back!!!
(There is silence as PETER realizes what he's just said. He sits
back in his chair as if stunned.)
WESLEY
Okay. Some honesty at last. Good.
(She pulls her hair back as she checks her watch.)
I think we used up most of your time, but if you want to come into the office, we can set something up for next week.
PETER
What? Set what up?
WESLEY
A schedule for more sessions. We've turned a corner today, but there's still a long way to go, Peter.
PETER
What are you talking about?
WESLEY
I'm Dr. Hershberg. Wesley Samantha Hershberg.
PETER
You? W.S. Hershberg?
WESLEY
You can call me Sam if you like.
(PETER and DR. HERSHBERG slowly exit toward her office as
the stage lights fade to black.)
END OF PLAY
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