Thursday, Sep 1, 2011
9:30 p.m.
Exhausted
(Alex at the apartment, on the phone talking to his Mom.)
Alex- We worked from 7 a.m. to 8:00 p.m. Moving furniture up and down three flights of stairs.
Mom- What kind of furniture?
Alex- Anything you can think: chairs, desks, dressers, mattresses, box springs, love seats, couches.
Mom- Are you tired?
Alex- Yes.
Mom- They put you to work.
Alex- Yeah. We haven’t really gotten a chance to explore the city at all.
Mom- You’ll get to.
Alex- Yeah, I know. It feels odd, though. Usually, whenever I come to Chicago, the first thing I do is go to the Art Institute or Millennium Park.
Mom- Where are you living?
Alex- Logan Square. It’s the new arts community.
Mom- Is it nice?
Alex- Yes. I’ve seen a bunch of really awesome murals.
Mom- Well… good. I’m glad to hear that you’re liking it.
Alex- We made a lot of money today.
Mom- That’s good.
Alex- Yeah, at least a hundred dollars.
Mom- But at a price.
Alex- My arms are going to be feeling it tomorrow.
Mom- You’ll be fine.
Alex- I know. I have to. Tomorrow we do the same thing.
Mom- Well, I’m glad to you called and I hope that everything goes okay.
Alex- Yeah, how’s everything at home.
Mom- Oh good. You know… we don’t do too much of anything.
Alex- Yeah…
Mom- Have you talked to your brother?
Alex- No, I haven’t. I will.
Mom- Okay. You should.
Alex- I will.
Mom- Okay, well have a good day—Oh! Do you need me to send you anything? Clothes? School supplies? Anything?
Alex- No, not yet. I’ll tell you if I do.
Mom- Okay… how’s the weather?
Alex- Uhhh…. Fine.
Mom- Oooooo-kaaaaay.
Alex- Sorry, I’m not so talkative, I’m just… really beat.
Mom- It’s fine. I’ll talk to you soon.
Alex- Okay. Bye.
Mom- Bye.
(Alex hangs up.)
(Alex sits on the couch, hunched over, tired.)
(Jamie enters the room, just as beaten.)
Jamie- I’m exhausted.
Alex- Yes.
(Silence)
(The CTA train roars outside the window. A motorcycle is heard revving outside. Police sirens follow.)
Jamie- We’re going to miss the silence of the country.
Alex- Sooner than later.
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