ILLUSION OF LOVE SUSTAINED
A Play in Two Acts by Alfred Vassallo

CAST

GEORGE
TERESA
MOIRA
SIMON

SCENE
An ordinary lounge. A sofa and one armchair. A small table. At the back, a large drinks cabinet and on a corner a desk with a laptop on it, overloaded with paper books etc.

TIME
The Present

Notes:-
Throughout the play, George do not ever touch Teresa when he comes close to her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

ACT ONE

 

 

(Teresa is sitting on an armchair with her hands crossed, as though she is meditating. George is sitting by his desk typing, and in a few seconds we here the printer going. George grabs the printed paper and quickly stands and rushes to Teresa with the paper flashes it in the air.)

GEORGE
You of little faith. I told you I will finish it tonight. And I did.

TERESA
Did you really?

GEORGE
Yes. I told you this will be the best ever and it is all down to you, my love.

TERESA
I haven’t read it yet.

GEORGE
So?

TERESA
How do you know it’s your best ever?

GEORGE
I can feel it inside me. 

TERESA
That is good and I’m pleased for you.

GEORGE
I told you I will write something for you every day. Have I broken that promise?

TERESA
No, you haven’t.

GEORGE
A promise for me is a promise. I keep writing for you even on my dying bed.

TERESA
George, don’t exaggerate. Well? Are you going to let me read it or not?

GEORGE
Of course, here read it. 


(He hands her the paper. But takes it back instantly)


No, I will read it to you. You want to hear it, don’t you?


(Teresa nods)


Write first I ‘ll go and sit down.


(He moves to the desk where there’s a glass filled with one. He takes it and drinks it. He goes to the sofa and sits. Instantly he stands up again)


On the other hand, I rather read it standing.

TERESA
Oh come on George, you’re acting like a child. Read it and stop teasing.

(George is serious now and when he reads he reads with compassion and love, nearly emotional)

GEORGE
I titled it, THE DAY I WAS KILLED, I can't remember how much I cried, when I found out she became a bride. That’s when my heart broke deep inside, that was the day that I should have died. I consoled myself drinking whisky I felt dry, that was the time all went awry. Did I believe in love emotion? Do I trust the creator of corruption? Do I believe in my spiritual console? Or is it just part of my mortal soul? I know that I’m still in love with her, which is like incurable cancer. I knew that I had run out of luck, left in a state of oblivion forever stuck.
I believe that day I’ve surely died, in a void in silence, eternally petrified. For long years I've been on my own, existing in a desired illusionary zone. That’s not how it should had been, wanting to be heard and definitely seen. Instead I was being psychologically murdered, banish from viewing not even censored. On same day that I was killed, my faithful heart with love was filled. Though I tried to rise again, my mind, my soul wouldn’t let me suffer the same pain. While I was feeling depressingly down, they placed on my head a prickly crown. Replacing me hanged on his crucifix, for services rendered and for my ethics.
My judgement was adjourned, no verdict no outcome nothing returned. My mind was always in the lark, compiling requiems in the dark. For when the day I died, I started to read my elegy with pride. My body fell out of living shelter,
deep in the ground confined in a callous chamber. I profanely arrived on a crevasse, there I was not allowed to intrude or trespass. While my chasm was filled with gratifying scent, I laid in void crammed with sadistic torment. The skeletons around me started to glance, I wanted to join them they gave me no chance. The dead tried to make me yield, but I inanely refused to be reeled. I don’t recollect what was revealed, on the day I died only I was healed. And although I was only in one place, I found my creator disoriented in space. I had no time to be a cynic, as the mourners brandished a candlestick. However the devil is my only friend, through his bond I will transcend. It was like a blinding presage, my mind my soul were full of rage. He was not born to be in Hell, but
I was there for my farewell. I was to be the sacrificial rite, standing high and mighty to excite. On the day my body perished, I had been downright tarnished. As I asked to hear some joyful news, yet I’ve been told I was out of use. Down into the sacred tomb, enjoying the atmosphere of unrelenting gloom. Up above me my spirit screamed, my phantom cried and my ghost schemed. Thrown into a sullied abyss is what I hated most, by the exploitation of Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. For when the day I died, left alone among the bugs  forsaken and decried.
Now the mind gone and exiled forever, completely fucked for my endeavour.


(He waits for Teresa reaction)


Well?

 

TERESA
Weirdly beautiful. I don’t know whom you were talking about,m but it was beautiful, tragically of course.

GEORGE
What I write is from my heart. Nothing is what it seems in my writing.

TERESA
Why so pessimistic. Why all this sadness?

GEORGE
Can I write about happiness? With my boring, and unexplained living? How can I?

TERESA
Your thoughts are deep and angry.

GEORGE
So you did not like it?

TERESA
I did not say that. I was saying you never right about beautiful things.

GEORGE
Yes, I do. Yesterday I wrote an ode to a Rose. You’ve heard it?

TERESA
Yes, it started very emotionally and beautiful, but as you went along you ended it with a tragic situation. 

GEORGE
That is life. Isn’t it. We are born and then we die? Well OK I try and write something cheerful for you tomorrow.

TERESA
I wait for it with enthusiasm.

(The doorbell rings. George puts the empty glass on the table)


I’ll get it.


(He exits. Teresa Exits. George enters with Simon, a friend many years younger than him. Simon goes and sits where Teresa was. George goes to his desk and pours another glass of wine.)


What are you’re drinking, soda, tea…….?

SIMON
Nothing, thanks. Moira will join us soon she went to the manicure shop to buy…


(hesitates)


I don’t know what.

GEORGE
Women!

SIMON
Yeah, women!

GEORGE
Tell me Simon, don’t you ever have problems with women?

SIMON
Not since I divorced my first wife.

GEORGE
I didn’t mean that. 

SIMON
Yet that was my problem. I had to go to a shrink to sort my head, I think you were away at that time. I think he wanted me to have a lobo….


(He struggles with the word)

GEORGE
A Lobotomy, a surgical incision of the nerve.

SIMON
Yes, I guess that’s it. It must have been and I am still grateful to the surgeon too. I ran berserk and don’t how many times during a week, but, yes I am fortunate in a way. George you no I don’t drink and take drugs.

GEORGE
Unlike me. Though I don’t take drugs I drink a hell of a lot.

SIMON
You should try and cut down.

GEORGE
Don’t you think I have tried?

SIMON
Yes, I know. Anyway, why did you ask about having problems with women?

GEORGE
It seems I’m getting a bit old. 


(Quickly)


Just a little bit mind you…

SIMON
Do you mean Teresa?

GEORGE
Who Else?


SIMON
Where is she anyway?

GEORGE
I don’t know, I think she went out, shopping.


SIMON
Why are you hiding her from me? You know I have never seen her yet?

GEORGE
I am not hiding anything. I just like things to remain private. I knew her most of my life and now that’s she’s back……You know what I mean Simon?

SIMON
Strange, but yes, I do know.

GEORGE
I knew her for many years. Nearly thirty years, more I think. She was a child of thirteen when I met her. I was going on nineteen. She was very innocent indeed.

SIMON
Bit young wasn’t she?

GEORGE
Yes, but I did not mess with her at all.

SIMON
I didn’t mean that at all.

GEORGE
I hate paedophiles and although she was my girlfriend I would have still been one if I touched her.

SIMON
Don’t get excited George, I believe you. What surprises me is that you never mentioned her at all. I mean that you knew her in the past.

GEORGE
No, and I had my reasons. It was very painful to talk about. Now that she’s back my anxiety and my soul are set free.

SIMON
Free of what?

GEORGE
Everything. Time lost, betrayed love and painful memories.

SIMON
I see

GEORGE
The first time I met her it was winter, one evening she came with her cousin. We used to meet in groups down in a local café. She seemed a very nervous girl and the funny thing was that when I looked at her she made me nervous too. After that, she kept coming and we used to talk to each other a lot until she told me that she loved me. I was taken aback, not because I was older than her but because she was very young still and under the age of consent.

SIMON
(Laughs)


I didn’t know you had such morals?

GEORGE
I didn’t. In those days, girls of thirteen were really girls of thirteen not like these days and somehow with her, it was different. I did not want to spoil her. Corrupt her I mean. The more I saw her, the fonder I became of her. When she expressed her true feelings I reminded her that I was a bit old and a bit boring. I told her that she was very sweet, attractive for that age and that I wasn’t untouched by her feelings towards me. What man wouldn’t be Simon?

SIMON
All I know is that you never have any principles with regard to fidelity, and I don’t you have changed either.

GEORGE
I didn’t. That is why I wanted to stay clear of her. I preferred the life I was living. I knew what was she after, a steady boyfriend that’s what they use to call it. I was not ready for that. My life, even at nineteen was already complicated and disrupted. But you know all that!

SIMON
I only know what little I remember. We’ve been friends for twenty, twenty-five years?

GEORGE
Something like that.

SIMON
I believe that fidelity exists only as long as the person is faithful but that’s an understand statement on its own. But infidelity is the creation of the censors and the gossips, I don’t think I could have lived like you. If I was to be unfaithful, especially to Moira, it would have been without remorse or conscience.

GEORGE
Too true. And unfortunately, you have got both.

(Enters Moira from the exit leading to the front door.)

MOIRA
What is it that you have got, Simon?. The door was opened and I let myself in. 


GEORGE
Remorse and conscience.

MOIRA
Oh, that! Yes, he definitely has.

(They all laugh)

GEORGE
I don’t believe the story of the creation of man. I think God must have created a woman first, out of spite.

SIMON
Why do you always have to tease her?

MOIRA
(Sits on the sofa)


What is wrong with that George.

GEORGE
Nothing as such, but why is it women like to dominate so much? There was no rib that Adam gave to Eve I think she was created on a sunny windy day. The wind blew away Eve’s kindred spirit and mingled with hard clay, lo and behold there was Adam naked looking at the equally exposed Eve. I don’t think he needed the apple to be convinced.

SIMON
(Burst out laughing)


I don’t think so too.

MOIRA
Perhaps God is a woman?

GEORGE
Now there is a thought!  Maybe that is why a woman has all their pleasures and intrigues.

SIMON
I have to agree with you.

MOIRA
We have pleasures and intrigues because we want to have them. They were not handed to us. Some women use them more than others.

SIMON
Like you perhaps?

MOIRA
You know damn well I don’t.

GEORGE
There you have it, Simon, you’ve got a wife without pleasures and intrigue. Where did you find her?

MOIRA
Mock me as much as you like George. You are not going to trap me into this conversation. I rather know what have you done with Teresa?”

GEORGE
I think she to town. She doesn’t like to stay at home much, not like me. Since I work from here going out is a big effort. Long gone the days when I used to come home at three or four in the morning and absolutely drunk.

MOIRA
Don’t you ever get fed up drinking?

GEORGE
No. Not fed up Moira, tired. I get tired of drinking. But I do not know anything else. The drink has been part of my life since I was fourteen years old…..And that is a lot of drinking.

SIMON
That’s a fact.

MOIRA
I think I’m fortunate that Simon doesn’t drink. As for me, I like a glass of wine or a gin and tonic sometimes, but not too often.

SIMON
What she lacks in drinks she makes up for it in clothes.

MOIRA
It’s a woman’s prerogative. What about Teresa?

GEORGE
She likes to wear jeans a lot, you know the very tight ones. She likes silence and contemplation.

SIMO
Seems a nice woman.

GEORGE
There is no seems about it, she is and without her, I’d be lost now.

MOIRA
All I know is since Teresa came back to your life, you have changed dramatically.

 

GEORGE
Except for one tiny little detail. I’m drinking more than ever, I don’t know why, but I am.


MOIRA
Maybe you are concerned about something?

GEORGE
Not as such. You see I haven’t seen Teresa for thirty years, and although every time I’ve dreamt about her in the dreams I only saw the one face I knew of her. The nineteen-year-old I left behind me.

SIMON
But that’s understandable.

GEORGE
(Reminiscing and not talking. When he talks about her he goes into another world. A world where the only people that lived in it where he and Teresa)


When she came back into my life about three months ago I was stunned. True I was speechless at the beginning that is because she came back into my life obviously, which I never thought would happen, but the uncanny thing is. How can I explain it?”

MOIRA
You don’t think she’s the same woman?

SIMON
How can that be?

GEORGE
You’re both wrong. Teresa is Teresa I knew then and I know it now. As a matter of fact, she has hardly changed.

MOIRA
(Objectively)


Hardly!

GEORGE
Honestly, I swear. And I am serious too?

MOIRA
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

GEORGE
True enough, but the fact remains that she did not change.

END OF SCENE ONE

SCENE TWO
(Later that evening
We find George resting on the sofa face up with some sheets of paper on his chest. There is classical romantic music. Teresa is standing looking at him from afar. She then moves slowly towards him and after looking him over she picks the sheets of paper and reads them quietly. She moves to the chair and sits. She continues to read when she finishes she stands and places the papers on the table. She goes beside George and sits down on the edge of the sofa looking at him. She starts to stroke his head slowly and with passion. She bends down on him and starts kissing him on the mouth. George doesn’t move. She stops kissing him, stands and goes to sit down again on an armchair with her hands crossed meditating. George turns sideways and nearly falls to the floor. He takes a grip and sits up confused. He looks at the armchair and sees Teresa)

GEORGE
Have you been there long?

TERESA
Yes, I like to watch you when you’re asleep.

GEORGE
I had this weird dream, my love.  


(He pours a drink out of an opened bottle.)

TERESA
I know.

GEORGE
You do?

TERESA
Yes, my love, you were very restless.

GEORGE
(Finishes his drink and stands) 

(The sound of the doorbell is heard. Teresa leaves the stage left. George exists right, and comes back in with Moira)

MOIRA
I see that all is well. More than that you’re flourishing.

GEORGE
What are you talking about you saw me yesterday?

MOIRA
Where is Teresa?


GEORGE
Need to ask? Sit down, I just do you want anything to drink?

MOIRA
No thanks, I’m fine.

GEORGE
Well, I’m not and I’m having a glass of wine.


(He refills his glass)

MOIRA
I thought you would.

GEORGE
Believe it or not, this is my first bottle today.

MOIRA
And it’s only half-past eleven. How come?

GEORGE
I was so busy sorting out the house and cleaning……

MOIRA
(Sarcastically)


Teresa doesn’t help you then?

GEORGE
I don’t let her do anything. I just like her the way she is. Is Simon at home?

MOIRA
No, he went to Norwich to visit his mother and to do some work for her.

GEORGE
How come you didn’t go with him?

MOIRA
His mother doesn’t approve of me very much and anyway he’s staying for a couple of days.

GEORGE
I see. Can I tempt you to a glass?”

MOIRA
Oh, what the hell! Why not?”

GEORGE
(He pours wine in a fresh glass and gives it to her and sits beside her)
To your health.


MOIRA
To us. I have a confession to make but promise me that you won’t get cross?

GEORGE
That depends.

MOIRA
I don’t want to say anything if you’re going to be like that.

GEORGE
OK, I’m sorry...

MOIRA
It’s not true what I’ve told you. I wasn’t in the neighbourhood. I wanted to come here.

GEORGE
Why? What did you want?

MOIRA
I like you very much George, I’m sick and tired. My love life is on hold with Simon. Truth be told, I always carried a torch for you but worried that your friendship with Simon would make you think less of met.

GEORGE
I’m very fond of you. To tell you the truth I always admired your magnificent body, it’s always preying on my mind every time I see you. But with Teresa, I love too much especially now to be unfaithful to her. Unfortunately, life is never that simple.

MOIRA
(Moves closer to him)
I am very attracted to you George.

GEORGE
I’m flattered. I don’t know what to say.

MOIRA
Last summer when you came to our barbecue, I watched you all the time. You sat by yourself, drinking wine. You hardly touched any food. I came to talk to you more than once, but even when I was talking to other guests I kept watching you. Then for some reason, you went into some sort of a trance. You were not with us for some time, until someone dropped a glass and the noise brought you back to us. I said to myself, “I wonder what was he thinking”, so I came back to you but instead of offering you another drink, I brought you a whole bottle.

GEORGE
Yes, I remember that.

MOIRA
That evening I fell in love with you.

GEORGE
You can’t be.

MOIRA
Since then I’ve had fantasies about you. I’m just a schoolgirl and…continued.

GEORGE
You’re married to my friend.

MOIRA
That bloody bore!

GEORGE
I think you’d better go now. I don’t have the energy for this.

MOIRA
Don’t send me away like this. “It’s because of Teresa, isn’t it?

GEORGE
Yes but that’s beside the point it’s none of your business. Besides, why should I be always tempted by you, my best friends wife? Haven’t I made many husbands suffer enough? Now I have paid all my dues and I don’t deserve to be treated like this any more.

MOIRA
You don’t really love her.

GEORGE
Listen to me, Moira. I’m a big bore too, like Simon. You don’t need this in your life. I definitely don’t either. I have certain principles which I keep and one of them is I don’t make love to my friends' wives.

MOIRA
I like it when you talk like that with so much passion it’s like reciting poetry. Like the poems, you write full of love and lust.

GEORGE
Moira, please understand I have Teresa with me here, she’s extremely fragile and I don’t want to upset her and more to the point I don’t want to lose her. Not again that’s for sure and besides, you know how much I love her. You said the other day that I have changed since she came back.

MOIRA
(Breaks in tears) 
I did not ask you to leave her…..


GEORGE
Oh for Christ sake don’t cry in here, please!

(Moira without haste she hugs Freddie and now she’s as face to face with him) Kiss me and I’ll leave.

GEORGE
(Standing still)


I have no intention of kissing you.

MOIRA
You’re a liar I can see it in your eyes. You have an overwhelming desire to kiss me.” 
(She tries to kiss him but George stops her.

GEORGE
This is outrageous Moira.


(He manages to pull away from her as though he was fighting for his sanity and that was more dangerous than a mere kiss.)  


Moira, please try to understand. Imagine the dreadful effect it will have on others if...as a result of a spontaneous……

MOIRA
Nobody needs to know.

GEORGE
I am trying to stay calm. I have given you a good explanation. The truth is in the past, I would have already undressed you and fuck you here in the middle of the room. But now I have Teresa back in my life and nothing not even the body of yours is going to ruin my happiness again. I prefer my unassuming life with its downfalls I know, but at least it’s my…..You know Moira, I prefer my bottle of wine and a pen and a piece of paper. I know I can satisfy my desire from your beautiful body and all the pleasures I can have with it. But it is a very dangerous road to take because if I start something it will consume all of my feelings, crush them and will send them absolutely nowhere.


(He moves to her and caresses her) 


Moira, please go now. Go and forget all about what we’ve said just now.

MOIRA
Don’t you love me a bit?

GEORGE
No, I do not love you. But I would like to touch you, I want to feel you. I would like you to clean my boredom and my tedious life which has consumed my heart.

MOIRA
Don’t talk to me like that any more. Just kiss me.


(George moves his head to kiss her, but as he was about to touch her lips he backs away)

GEORGE 
No, no, and no. Can’t you see, I mad with desire for you? Who wouldn’t be? But, I had so many affairs that went wrong. I’ve hurt a lot of people with my desires. My lust ruined a lot of families.


MOIRA
I’m still waiting for your answer.

GEORGE
I have refused a wonderful offer from an equally wonderful woman. Should I be humiliated?

MOIRA
Why do you need so many reasons even for jumping into a bed?”

GEORGE
Don’t you think I’ve watched you too all this time? I’ve watched intensely every time I’ve met you. I have smelled your odour and carried it away with me. I dreamt of you in my sleepless nights. I reached for you when you were not there. You were a breath of fresh air to me.

MOIRA
(Kisses him on the cheeks.)


You are a real poet after all.

GEORGE
This is ridiculous? 


(He Grabs her and start to kiss her passionately and as they fall on the sofa……..Standing at the doorway we see Teresa standing looking at them. She makes no reaction)


END OF ACT ONE

 

 

 

 

 

 

ACT TWO


(A week had passed since George’s passionate morning with Moira. In the end, he forgot the bitterness and wounding words. He forgot all about the diverse memories he had. The last seven days his attitude changed, not towards Teresa, he’ll never to that to her. She’s always there for him at night when he needs her most, but he has changed. His endless writing stopped, and that’s not what he promised her, but what he wrote was with a passion which is always good. But his mind was distracted.)

(Moira is sitting on the armchair and George is standing restlessly)

GEORGE
I presume that now you want to leave him?

MOIRA
Well, yes!

GEORGE
If you’re thinking what I’m thinking, please don’t. I have Teresa and I have warned you before about this.

MOIRA
I know you did. Anyway, where does she go? She’s never in. Are you sure she hasn’t got a lover?”


GEORGE
(ANGRILY)


Don’t you dare? Don’t you dare compare her with you? Do you think because you’re having a fling everybody else is doing so too? Teresa is not like that, she never was. I don’t know why I got involved with you I knew it was a damn mistake. 


(He poured some wine in his glass.)


I was happy before you bloody hooked me.

MOIRA
Happy, when were you ever where happy? You don’t even know the meaning of the word.

GEORGE
A person can be happy without showing it. I don’t need to laugh to be happy. Since Teresa came back to me I was happy in a way. Happy within me. It feels good. She’s a wonderful girl.

MOIRA
You still did not tell me where she goes this paragon of virtue?

GEORGE
Wherever she goes I can assure she doesn’t go with other men. How do I know, because I know it her heart?

MOIRA
Sometimes I don’t believe she exists. If you want me to believe you show me her wardrobe, come on, or are you afraid?

GEORGE
You have no right. And please don’t ever come here again, even with Simon.

MOIRA
Not see me again? I thought we were….

GEORGE
You thought wrong?

MOIRA
(Slaps him on the face)


You’re a bastard. 

GEORGE
(Calmly)
I know. Please go before we say something else we don’t mean.

MOIRA
You’ve already said a lot and you damn well meant them.

(At this moment Teresa slowly walks in She crosses the room without looking and walks into the other room. GEORGE follows her with his eyes. Moira stands still and saying nothing.)

GEORGE
(Nicely)


Please, Moira, go now….

MOIRA
What’s up? What’s wrong?

GEORGE
What’s up? Are you mad? Did you not see her? Please go. I’ll talk to you later, but go!

MOIRA
See who?

GEORGE
Never you mind. Please go now!


MOIRA
All right. All right but don’t forget to call.


(She exits with anger)

GEORGE
(Pours himself another drink, sits. Calls out)


Teresa. 


(He waits for an answer but there is none.) 


“Teresa, did you go upstairs? Teresa…….


(He gets agitated and runs out and we hearing him shouting)


Teresa where are you, my love?.......Teresa……


(He comes in again and looks around him there is no sign of Teresa. He is in a state of confusion while consuming wine glass after glass. He keeps looking around him.)

END OF SCENE ONE

SCENE TWO


(Few months have passed since that afternoon, there should be significant changes to the scene from the previous one.
George looks weary, his state of mind deteriorated immensely. His writing has stopped and his drinking had accelerated considerably. 

George is standing by the drinks cabinet giving his back to the audience. Teresa is sitting on a chair by the drinks cabinet motionless.)
(The doorbell sounds. George exits.)
(From outside)


I did not expect you to come and visit me, Simon .


(George and Simon enters)

GEORGE
(Still pouring drinks)


Do you think that this is a good idea, Simon?

SIMON
Of course, it is. This isn't an everyday occasion. This should be a very civilised conversation while one's wife of ten years empties her wardrobe. Actually, this is a new experience for me. One wonders what to say exactly. Certainly, we must have something in common we can talk about? We’ve been friends for a long time. You’re practically one of the family now.

GEORGE
(Turns and face him)


I'm sorry that you had to find out. I'm not up to this sort of thing.

SIMON
I can see you're not. If it makes you feel easier, I'm not up to it myself, either. I’d better sit down.


(He sits down feeling uncomfortable)


I am not comfortable. I mean all this...... It's one thing to take a man's wife and another to chat about it with him, isn’t it?”

GEORGE
I don't think you should have come at all. I would like to say I'm sorry, but it happened and…..

SIMON
Is that it, you’re sorry? What about me? She is about to leave me for you..

 

(He is nearly in tears.)

GEORGE
No, that’s not true. She is not coming to live with me. You’ve got that wrong.

SIMON
(surprised)


What do you mean?

GEORGE
Exactly that. We are not an item. Moira and I….

SIMON
You mean you fucked her, destroyed my marriage and now you’re going the throw her away like a piece of garbage?

GEORGE
I have never made any promises to her. From the start, from the first day, she came here and practically seducing me….

SIMON
(Sarcastic)


I should have realised. It’s not your fault at all. She’s the guilty one. It is a good example of a hypocrite like you. You are very good at denial.

GEORGE
I think you’d better go.

SIMON
Why, are you afraid that Teresa will start to hate you too?

GEORGE
(Looks at Teresa but she doesn’t move an inch)


She has nothing to do with this. She’s suffered enough. She knows that I was unfaithful to her, but unlike you she understands.

SIMON
Does she? Well, she’s naïve that’s all I can say. Maybe a bit simple in the head?


GEORGE
(Shouts angrily Simon got frightened.)


That is enough!


(He walks to Teresa)
I’m sorry about this my love.

SIMON
(Gathering courage) 


What did you say?
(George doesn’t answer and moves near Simon again)


What’s on your mind, George. Anyway if Teresa really understands, why doesn’t she defend you?

GEORGE
I told you not to involve her. 


(He moves to her and stands beside her)


Your Moira got it all wrong. I’m to blame too I know that I thought all that Moira really wanted was a bit of fun. Honestly, I was against it from the start. But….I was going to say that when an attractive woman like Moira approaches you it is very hard for a man, especially a man like me who cannot resist his hunger his desire and his addiction to sex……

SIMON
You know you disappoint me, George. You really do.

GEORGE
Disappoint you?

SIMON
Very much I thought at least you loved Moira?

GEORGE
(Laughs out loud)


Love? What love has got to do with it? I’m very fond of her……”

SIMON
That is not the same thing. I respected you George but I despise myself for it.           Had you ever thought about me? When you were fucking my wife did you have a slight thought about me? How much you’re going to hurt me, destroy me?”

GEORGE
Yes, I thought about it.

SIMON
But not for long enough?

GEORGE
No, not long enough I’m afraid. 


(He walks back and pours himself another drink) 


Simon tell me the truth, why did you come here?


SIMON
I wanted to face my adversary. You are the enemy of all husbands. You know that don’t you?

GEORGE
And now that you faced me? Now what? I told you that it’s over between your wife and me.

SIMON
So she’s my wife again now, is she? How can she be my wife after what she’s done to me with you? Do you know how humiliating it is? Every time I see her, I smell your aftershave on her. Every time I touch her I feel your presence.

GEORGE
But she loves you, Simon.

SIMON
A funny way of showing it.

GEORGE
I know, if it’s a consolation I don’t think she was really happy with the affair at the end.

SIMON
No, that’s not a consolation. When Moira and I were married, I was in my twenties when I met her. She was a remarkable woman and before I met her,      incredible as it might sound I had never made love to a woman before. She was young and full of life. The moment I saw her I loved her. I wanted her. A year of longing for her. A year George, it is a very, very long time. Moira was new in my town but she knew exactly what she wanted. Marriage and money and she got both. I wondered if she ever looked at me as a man with those kinds of feelings, but I was happy and I loved her too much, even though she had no pity for my feelings. I didn't know this I learned it slowly over the years.

GEORGE
She is not like that, what you're saying. You’re wrong. She is the most understanding woman I have ever known, sympathetic and helpful. You don't love her Simon, it’s not true. Everything you say proves you don't.

SIMON
(Stands goes to the cabinet and pours himself a glass of wine)


 “I think I need this!”

GEORGE
But you don’t drink Simon!

SIMON
I know. 


(He goes back to his seat and drinks half the glass and he makes a face of disgust)


I keep reminding myself when I judged her. You know she was an ambitious girl in those days!

GEORGE
You may not be able to understand me or believe it, but I am very fond of her. I never had any intentions of…

SIMON
You're not the first man, you know, and you won't be the last either.

GEORGE
I don't intend to listen to this any more.

SIMON
Moira started to drift about three years ago. I noticed it but I couldn't stop it. She was searching for someone to love her, someone to leave me for, the right man. Why she chose you I will never know or understand.

GEORGE
I don’t know either. Tell me, Simon, what have you decided?

SIMON
(Stands finishes his drink quickly and in doing so he nearly chokes himself) 


What do you expect me to do? Forgive and forget. No. She can go to hell, with you or without you. As for you my so-called friend, I’m going to tell you to fuck off for good.


(He exits abruptly)

(George goes and sits on the couch trying to figure out what was Simon’s reason to come and see him. Teresa is still sitting on a chair when she gets up slowly and moves towards the sofa and sits down beside George who looks at her with so much love. And for the first throughout the play George is now able to touch her)

GEORGE
I’m sorry about that. I hope he didn’t upset you.

TERESA
Why should he? You are a very kind man George and whatever you did or do there is a reason. It is not your fault that you have these sexual urges. It’s a sexual addiction that you have. I know that you have to intensify sex behaviour to satisfy your cravings. It’s like your addiction to alcohol, you cannot stay without a drink or you can have a seizure. I always knew that and I have accepted it. Even after a few months that I met you, I knew you couldn’t stay without a woman and I also knew how well you treated me. You could have taken advantage of me when I was still very young but you didn’t, even though I craved you. Oh yes, George, I craved you so much. Maybe that’s why I came back into your life.


GEORGE
The truth is I always loved you.

TERESA
I know. It must have been very difficult not to make love to me when we used to stay long hours together.

GEORGE
To be with you was all that I wanted. It is true that I looked and found other women after I took you home, but they did not mean a thing. It was pure lust, like drinking a bottle of red wine because I wanted it. Sex is meaningless and impersonal if it is not with the one you love. That’s my opinion anyway.

TERESA
So, you see George, why should I get upset about what Simon said. I knew that Moira wanted you, any women could see that and also I admired the way you fought against it.

GEORGE
Obviously I didn’t fight hard enough. After you and I parted years ago, my sexual activity hindered my relationships; it kept me from forming a long-term kinship, honest, loving relationship, and compelled me to be deceptive. I haven’t been faithful to one woman, including you, even though I adore the ground that you walked on.

TERESA
Did you wish you made love to me then?

GEORGE
No! And I don’t regret it. You’re the only woman in my life that I haven’t made love to you, and I have no intention of doing so.

TERESA
Why didn’t you?

GEORGE
You were, are very special. I love you because you are you and not for any other reason at all. I don’t love you because you’re beautiful, have a smashing figure, or you are a great lover. I love you for what you are.


(For the first time he grabs her face gently with both hands. He is very sad and emotional)


I love you! I love your spirit, not your body. If I had made love to you, you would have become like one of the other women. There would be no difference between you and them, and I didn’t want that to happen. I couldn’t.

TERESA
What about my needs? What about me? Was I not entitled to have you for my own pleasures?


GEORGE
Was I wrong then?

TERESA
In a way but not entirely. You did what your heart told you to do.

GEORGE
Do you know how much I wanted you? Do you know how I ached at not having your body? But there was something that I cannot figure out. Thirty-six years have passed and I know you are not a child any more, but the thought of…..

TERESA
(Comforts him)


I know my love. I know. This time it is definitely not your fault. You see my beloved George you cannot make love to me because in truth I am not here.

GEORGE
(Confused)


What are you saying? What do you mean you’re not here? I can see you. I can feel you. I am cuddling you.

TERESA
I do not exist for you any more.

GEORGE
What do you mean?

TERESA
You see my dear George, I am only a figment of your imagination. You wanted me so much, all these years that somehow you created me with your mind. It is true that you see me, you touch me, but in truth you are not touching anything, you are not seeing anything and you are not hearing anything. You are doing all these things because you crave them so much, like the wine you drink.

GEORGE
How can this be? I don’t believe it?”

TERESA
Why do you think Simon and Moira never saw me. Why nobody else saw me?

GEORGE
I don’t know, because you always went out.

TERESA
No, George, You didn’t want them to see me in your head, so you imagined me going out shopping.

GEORGE
What you’re saying is that I am crazy? Mad?

TERESA
Not as such, but you are not yourself. The alcoholic abuse has gone much further. You’re at the end of your tether. There is not much help left.

GEORGE
So what you’re saying is that you are leaving me? You cannot leave me alone, not now?

TERESA
Yes, I have to go now.

GEORGE
I don’t want you too. If as you said I created you, you cannot leave unless I decide too, is that not how it goes?

TERESA
Not this time George.

GEORGE
(Looks at her intensely. He kissed her all over.)


 I cannot lose you, not again.

TERESA
You don’t have to if you don’t want to.

GEORGE
What do you mean? Can I come with you?

TERESA
If that is what you truly want.

GEORGE
In spirit you mean?


(He gives a huge smile of happiness)


Oh yes, my love that is definitely what I truly want. That way I will be with you forever.


(He kissed again her frantically. )


When? When do we go?

TERESA
We are there already

(George turns quickly and pours another glass of wine and as he is about to drink it when Teresa took it off his hands)

You don’t need that any more now.


(She takes his hands and they walk slowly hands in hands to the door.)

(George stops suddenly and looks at her.) 


Teresa, if you are not here now where are you really?


(As she walks out with him she tells him the truth)

TERESA
I was happily married with two sons and died.

When I died your love brought me here to you because you needed me.

(As they exit we hear George’s voice reciting his poem)
 
HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS
How beautiful it was to hold you in my heart,
While darkness vanished and gave me light;
How beautiful it was that I slept and woke up,
knowing that you were with me through the night.
 
How beautiful it was to talk to you in my dreams,
I felt uplifted with the sublime love that you gave me;
How beautiful it was that our love redeemed,
I felt comfortable to know that from the guilt I was free.
 
You were the symbol of compassion and happiness,
the true way of our mingled lives cherished;
The truth that sometimes drowned by cruelness,
my life, my ardour, my heart with love it flourished.
 
How beautiful it was to dream about you all the time,
dreaming about your great love for me and nature;
Contemplating about the simple life you have lived,
yet a life that did openly change my future.
 
How beautiful it was that the sun rose every morning,
the moon appeared in many shapes at night;
How beautiful it was to have believed in the original dawning,
it showed that in my wisdom my heart was filled with light.
 
How beautiful it is that time came for my demise,
how beautiful it is to be born and yet to die;
How beautiful it is that I don’t have to express any goodbyes.
how beautiful it is that for my life I shall not cry.


THE END