willburnafterourboatdeparts,sowecanwatchtheflamesfrom the deck as we disappear over the horizon, a spectacle of fire,our farewell.
ISABELLE
Arthur, Arthur! Are yougone?
ARTHUR
Sails . . . yellow, red . . . thesea.
END
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CAST OF CHARACTERS
Jane Bowles , forty-fiveyearsold,authorofthenovel Two Serious Ladies and a play, In the Summer House
B renda , well-dressed woman in late middle age
B artender
A Man
SETTING
ThebaroftheStanhopeHotelinNew York City, December 1962.
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JANE BOWLES enters the elegantly ap pointed bar and takes a seat. The Stan hope is a first-class hotel. She takes off her gloves, unfastens her coat and removes her hat, revealing unruly dark hair, cut short. She shivers from the cold. Seated a couple of stools away is BRENDA , smoking acigarette in a long holder and sipping amartini. They are the only two customers inthe baronamid-afternoon.The BARTEND ER comes over to JANE .
BARTENDER
May I serve you,madam?
JANE
I suppose,yes.
(points to Brendaâs glass)
What is she drinking?
BARTENDER
A Beefeater martini, straight up, twoolives.
JANE hesitates.
BARTENDER
English gin. Very dry.
JANE
Fine, Iâll havethat.
The BARTENDER walks away.
JANE
(to brenda )
Hi, my name isJane.
BRENDA
Mine isBrenda.
JANE
(stillshivering)
Iâm notusedtothecoldanymore.IgrewupherebutI havenât been in New York for twoyears.
BRENDA
Do you live inFlorida?
JANE
Oh, no, Florida is a terrible place. My mother lives there. I livein Tangier, Morocco.
BRENDA
Youâre alongwayfromhome. Iâve neverbeentoNorthAfrica. What do you dothere?
JANE
Oh, I write, and mingle with the natives. My husband writes,too, and he composes music. Weâre in New York now because he hasa job composing music for a Broadway play. His name is Paul. My motherandsisterwerejusthere,fromFlorida,tovisitme.Theyleft this morning, thank goodness. We donât get on well together,not well at all. Is your mother stillalive?
BRENDA
No.
JANE
Thatâs one less thing you have to worryabout.
The BARTENDER bringsJaneherdrink.
BARTENDER
One Beefeater martini, straight up, twoolives.
He walks away. JANE lifts the glass to her lips.
BRENDA
Donât drink it too fast. Itâs verycold.
JANE
Thanks for thetip.
She sipstentatively.
JANE
Ooh, youâre right.
(shiversagain)
BRENDA
What sort of writing do you do,Jane?
JANE
Short stories, a play. Now Iâm trying to write anovel.
BRENDA
Do you have a title? I often buy a book just because I like the title.
JANE
Three Serious Ladies , or maybe itâs only Two Serious Ladies . I havenât decided yet. Is it good for you, Brenda? The title, I mean. Would it appeal to you enough to make you want to buy it?
BRENDA
Iâm notsure.Perhaps,ifthecoverartattractedme. How seriousare these two or threeladies?
JANE
Serious enough. Each of them is searching for the best way tolive her life. And with whom, if there is a whom. Where do youlive?
BRENDA
Arenât we all. I live here, in theStanhope.
JANE
I like to come in here when Iâm in New York. Charlie Parkerdied inthishotel.Didyouknowthat?Inasuiteoccupiedbyaveryrich heiress.
BRENDA
The Baroness. Yes, I knew her. She moved to New Jersey afterthat musician died.
JANE
He and his friend Dizzy Gillespie invented bop. Do you likejazz? My husband hates it. Oh, Iâm sorry, asking you all thesequestions.
BRENDA
Drinkyourmartini,Jane. You donât wantittocooldowntoomuch.
JANE and BRENDA both sip fromtheir glasses.
JANE
Do you prefer women or men, Brenda? To sleepwith.
BRENDA
(laughs)
I sleep with Horatio. Heâs beenfixed.
JANE stares at her.
BRENDA
My poodle.
BRENDA signals to the bartender, who comes over and presents BRENDA with a check, which she signs, then stands up. The BAR TENDER picks up the check and moves away.
BRENDA
Itâs been interesting talking with you, Jane. Iâll look for yournovel.
JANE
Oh,