Revolution War Reenactment Family
WRITTEN BY: KELLY BROTMAN
EMAIL ADDRESS: KELLYBROTMAN@GMAIL.COM
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Walter Morgan:- (40’s)
Rachel Morgan: -(Teenager, 16)
Tiffany Morgan: -(20’s)
ALICE MORGAN- (40’S)
JOSEPH TUCKER- (70’S)
ALAN TUCKER- (40’S)
INT: MORGAN’S KITCHEN
Walter Morgan walks into the kitchen from the hallway. He is in Revolutionary entire.
Come on everyone we don’t want to be late.
RACHEL WALKS INTO THE KITCHEN FROM THE STAIRWELL.
I don not understand why we have to go to this thing that your new wife goes to every year.
Now honey we both agreed to take each other’s families traditions. Now go get your bonnet on.
But her families traditions are so boring! Every year she and her nerdy daughter get into their peasant uniforms and go tend the needy fake soldiers. When in reality is they are busy avoiding their real family drama.
RACHEL! I told you several times not bring this up again.
But they are not in the room Dad, you said we can not bring it up when hey are in the room, and they are not in the room so…
Fine! My G-d you are just like your Mother. Always pushing me.
If she was still around then you would not of married oblivious whose daughter is a total lesbian kind of thing. And in highlight that her career is a child therapist.
Listen, when your mother died, we were both so broken up, you came up with that imaginary friend Delia
Her name was Deli, because I missed going to our family deli that we were not allowed to go to anymore.
You know your grandfather hold a drug against me Rachel! He blamed me for your Mother’s death. It was not my fault that we had a car crash that killed your Mother on the spot.
She died protecting me FATHER!!
RACHEL STARTS CRYING. WALTER COMES OVER TO HER AND GIVES HER A HUG.
Hey, hey shhh. We went over this with Alison remember? It was not your fault that she died. We blame the drunk driver that hit us all those years ago.
I can not stop blaming myself Daddy…The accident still haunts my dreams…
Just remember that we are both alive and together we will pull it through…
ALICE AND TIFFANY WALK INTO THE KITCHEN THROUGH THE STAIRWELL.
Oh Rachel look adorable, tell her she looks adorable Tiffany it will help her confidence and help bond us more as a family.
You look like a total babe Rach! My friend Stephany will be there as well dressed as a private. She believes in no gender like I do Mother.
Uh huh, that is nice dear heart. Now sweetie, I have surprise for the two of you, Walter…
We do not have to dress up and you can quit pretending that you do not know that your daughter is gay.
ALICE IS WALKING TO THE KITCHEN DOOR TO THE OUTSIDE.
Oh I already made peace with my daughter not coming out she has privacy issues…
So now I can be called Tiff instead. I will introduce you to my girl friend.
No. You may be Gay and Proud but you will be always be my Tiffany. Walter honey, your old father in law is here alone with your uncle. I needed the deli to caterer for the Reenactment.
JOSEPH AND ALAN TUCKER WALK INTO THE KITCHEN CARRYING WITH THEM A HUGE DELI TRAY.
I owe you an apology Walter. It was not your fault that my dear sweet angel was killed.
We just thought by contributing food from our deli will help unite our families with the new additions.
I guess it was our selfish pride that stopped me from talking to you for the past ten years.
Jo, I can not just forgive you. But let my daughter come back to your deli, and we will work it out over time.
I can not believe you are going to ignore me coming out of the closet and focus on Walter’s family issues instead.
Sweetie, our issues are minor in comparison.Our family dynamic is focused on the Revolutionary War. Now Walter remember to get your hat and lets go!
ALICE LEAVES THROUGH THE KITCHEN DOOR.
Rachel go grab the potato salad while I confront my Mother.
TIFFANY LEAVES RIGHT AFTER ALICE THROUGH THE KITCHEN DOOR.
END OF SKETCH.