Amber: I never thought this day would come. Standing in my mother’s house, in her room, going through her things. (Beat) Sorry, let me go back. I’m Amber, my mother Lea has recently passed away and because I am the oldest and I am the most responsible between my sister and I, I was called on to come here and…pick out her funeral dress. She would always tell me-
Lea: Amber when I die don’t you dare bury me in some old granny dress.
Amber: (Laughs) I won’t momma. I promise. How about the green dress that you wore the day daddy proposed?
Lea: Girl, if I can fit that when I die it will be a miracle from the good Lord himself. No, sweetie when I die I want you to come in this room and I want you to look through all of my clothes and pick out something that you believe I will look fabulous in.
Amber: (They embrace) Stop it mom. I don’t want to talk about you dying.
Lea: You didn’t want to talk about your father dying either and then it happened and none of us were ready. Stacy I just want you to be ready with me.
Amber: (Under her breath) Amber.
Lea: Amber are you listening to me?
Amber: Of course mom. I’m always listening. (Transition) to look through all of my clothes and
Lea: (Unison) pick out something that you believe I will look fabulous in.
Amber: You’ll be beautiful mom. I promise.
Amber: Stacy we really need to talk about mom. Something just isn’t right.
Stacy: Oh please Amber. Mom is fine she’s just getting old.
Amber: That’s what you said about dad, then he died remember?
Stacy: Screw you Amber. I just thought that-
Amber: You thought that dad was “getting old” then he died of a heart attach when we knew that something was wrong with him. I’m not going to lose her too. So are you participating in this or not.
Stacy: I’m really busy.
