Amygdala by Alexander, Geraldine;

her hair for example. SIMON: Her hair? JOSHUA: Yeah – how does it fall – for example? SIMON: Softly. Beat . JOSHUA: Does she smile? SIMON: Yes some times. JOSHUA: (He is truly grateful.) Thank you. Beat . SIMON: Tell me about yourself Joshua. JOSHUA: I am not who I was – she changed me. SIMON: Who were you? JOSHUA: I was loose – no family, no children nothing. SIMON: No family – JOSHUA: No family anywhere. SIMON: Did you have a girlfriend, girlfriends? JOSHUA: (Chuckles.) Ahhh…well I didn’t sleep around. No. But one at a time an in my own time. Yeah. You got a problem with that, fine, move on. I tell it like it is. Beat . She got to me though. Got me so I didn’t know anymore. Got me so. I wasn’t certain. You know? SIMON: I don’t think I do. Do you mean you had feelings for her? JOSHUA: Man. Feelings? Yeah I had feelings. Feelings so great I tingled just to look at her. I feeled her man God yeah. You mean did I love her? Could I live wivout her eh? Well I’m alive aren’t I? Alive but no feelings. SIMON: How did you meet? JOSHUA: (He sifts his brain to find the beginning. His memory alights on their first encounter.) On a bus, yeah a bus goin’ north from the city. CATHERINE leaves the clinic and walks towards JOSHUA ’s memory . The Past. The Bus. Catherine and Joshua’s First Meeting. The past and the present as JOSHUA tells SIMON about the first meeting eighteen months ago . CATHERINE , runs towards the bus . JOSHUA: Come on you can do it! She just makes it . CATHERINE: Thank yo