The Icelandic connection - 01.06.2010, Síða 19

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ICELANDIC CONNECTION
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INTRUDER
BORGA
INGI
INTRUDER
INGI
INTRUDER
INGI
INTRUDER
BORGA
INTRUDER
INGI
BORGA
INGI
BORGA
I’m goin’ outside!!
The Intruder exits the kitchen door into the storm porch.
There is the sound of the backdoor being opened.
(speaking quietly through her tears and licking her lower lip)
My lip is bleeding, Ingi. (sniffing) He can’t stop me from
praying - just like the persecuted Christians say - (sobbing)
they can hurt their bodies all they like - but they can never
stop them from saying their prayers and scriptures... (sobbing
continues)
Borga mm, please - please be still.
(entering kitchen) I guess it’s the barn now! How come it’s all
boarded up with two-by-fours?! That’s gotta be the place!
W-e-11 - we’re not farmin’ ourselves, ya know. The men will
come to harvest the crop and they’ll get the barn opened up
again. There’s equipment - lifetime of junk - that’s all.
I need a crowbar ta git that door loose ‘n I s’pose the tools are
in there, too! That’s a hell of a fix!! (shouting) Do ya know
what I mean, eh? Do ya hear me? ... (shouting louder)
Are ya deaf? Do ya see what I mean??!!
(haltingly) No! ... We don’t see! My sister and I are blind!
We’ve been blind since childhood and we ...
I’m gittin’ outta here! Blind! Blind! - yer blind...?
Sister? ... Ya shoulda spoke up, ya jerk!!
(whimpering) Oh, dear God in heaven...(sighing)
(walking out of house and leaving doors open) I’m gone!!
(noticing rainbow and calling out acidly) Y’should see this
rainbow! - biggest one - ever!! And they say there’s a
pot o’gold, too!!
(hearing car revving and roaring out of yard) Don’t tell me
he’s gonna leave us like this? ... (sighing) Guess he’s chasin’
rainbows!
Oh, Ingi minn! The promise - the rainbow promise! He’s
gone! Sure hope someone phones us soon.
(twisting his wrists and trying to loosen rope) W-e-11 - we’ll
have to figger out a way to answer it - don’t ya think, Borga
mm? That’s what I’m gonna be thinkin’ ‘bout.
(smiling while humming with sincerity and a slight quiver
in her voice) What a Friend We Have in Jesus.
THE END