Setting: At a funeral. Dark green grass with rows of pristine white foldable chairs leading up to a coffin. The ceremony has almost ended when two people: a man and a woman, sit down together. There are people around the pair dressed in black holding an assortment of liquors and making small talk. The sky is dark grey and people assume it will rain in another hour.
Joe: Hello, Cheryl, It's been a long time. Sad to think that the time we get together would be over the death of our best friend.
Cheryl: David was such a great man, it's so awful to see him go [flinches at the sound of dirt being piled upon the coffin]
Joe: It is...But Cheryl, you have to accept the fact that David was human. He made mistakes---screwed up a lot. You must remember that he wasn't a god and I know you too had a special connection but people have a tendency of--
Cheryl: [laughs slightly] What are you babbling about, Joe? Special connection my ass. We were good friends, that's all. You know we met through Angela, right? Sure we went out in a group together some nights and hit the brandy hard, maybe picked up some people for the night, but we weren't close.
Joe: You were close, I was there, remember?
Cheryl: But we weren't! We could barely carry on a conversation alone.
Joe: On account of the other things you two were doing.
Cheryl: Excuse me--
Joe: Excuse me nothing. I know for a fact that when his wife Angela introduced you both, she wasn't just introducing two people who became bar buddies.
Cheryl: Stop. Just stop. Please. Whatever you're talking about, it's just wrong. I never...We never...
Joe: Cheryl, you can't deny that the two of you had feelings for each other. I was there, I was his best mate since the beginning and he told me everything. Do you think he would have hid one secret from me?
Cheryl: [gulps] ...Everything?
Joe: Look, Cheryl, David's dead now and Angela's also gone. You don't have to hide from the past. We're too old for such heavy secrets. They weigh our souls down.
Cheryl: Joe, Joe, Joe. [laughs slightly, drinks a sip of blood red wine and sighs] What a mess I've made. [Pauses for a moment and then lifts her eyes to meet Joe's, remembering something] Does anyone else know? Everything, I mean. David never seemed like a gossip but it's hard to read a man even after you've slept with him.
Joe: No one else, no one else but me. Though, some people do need to know...
Cheryl: Joe, you can't do this to me! We've been friends for ages and you know David started this whole mess and I--
Joe: Please, calm down. I'm not going to tell anyone. But that doesn't mean you aren't.
Cheryl: Oh, really? [takes a big swig of her wine] Why me, why now? It's been far too long. More harm would be done than good. Let them think of David well, and preserve his memory. We need to respect and honor him even more, now that he is in God's arms.
Joe: Pardon me, but we are old and we will die soon as well, and what then? "God's arms" might not be the place you end up.
Cheryl: [angrily] Are you saying that---
Joe: All I'm saying is that you need to start taking responsibility for your actions and apologize. Starting with telling Billie who her real mother is. She deserves to know that.
Cheryl: I-I agree, Joe. [the service is done and they stand up, ready to leave] Thank you for this.
Joe: [nodding slightly] My pleasure.
Cheryl: You had been such a good husband to me and a good father to our children. Sometimes I wish I hadn't screwed this whole thing up.
Joe: It's...in the past now. I'm willing now to say I forgive you, after all these years. [pause as they look into each others eyes. Flinching, he looks away and holds his hand out for her to shake] Goodbye, Cheryl.
Cheryl: Goodbye, Joe.
[They both turn, walk off in different directions and the stage turns black]