Three Generations
Three generations
Scene 1: Dining room
Narrator: the elder monzon was waiting for his wife to speak. He had finished breakfast and had just laid down the newspaper through which he had been glancing. Across the table, his wife played absently with a spoon. Her brows were knitted, but a half smile kept twitching on her lips. She was handsome, well-preserved woman and her husband was thinking, a great deal more clever than she allowed herself to appear.
Doña Sofia: it is about chitong. He doesn’t want to continue the law course he is taking, the boy has a vocation, Celo. He wants to study for the priesthood.
Celo Monzon: when did he speak to you?
Doña Sofia: about a month ago, the first time. But I told him to make sure. Last night, he said he was sure. Of course, you have noticed how devout he has been lately?
Celo Monzon: (stands) well, I would have never expected it of him.
Doña Sofia: (shooks her head) has he not always been quiet and reserved, even as a boy.
Celo Monzon: yes, but not noticeablely of a religious temper.
Doña Sofia:only because he did not understand then. He has taken a long time maturing Celo but I think it is for the best. Now he knows what really calls him, and he is really very sincere, are you glad?
Celo Monzon: it is a career, like all the others. Did he say what seminary?
Doña Sofia: We can talk about that over later on. He was afraid you would refuse.
Celo Monzon: what does he take me for? A heretic?
(servant enters, and cleared the table)
Doña Sofia: (stood and followed Celo Monzon to the sala)
Scene 2: Sala/Living room
Doña Sofia: Celo, when are you going to see your father? Nena called up last night. She was crying. She says she can do nothing with the old man. Your cousin Paulo is not there anymore to help her. It seems the old man broke a plate on his head.
Celo Monzon: (left hand, placing a hat on. Right hand, on the door knob. He then paused and looked very old and tired)
Doña Sofia: (goes nearer to cello
Scene 1: Dining room
Narrator: the elder monzon was waiting for his wife to speak. He had finished breakfast and had just laid down the newspaper through which he had been glancing. Across the table, his wife played absently with a spoon. Her brows were knitted, but a half smile kept twitching on her lips. She was handsome, well-preserved woman and her husband was thinking, a great deal more clever than she allowed herself to appear.
Doña Sofia: it is about chitong. He doesn’t want to continue the law course he is taking, the boy has a vocation, Celo. He wants to study for the priesthood.
Celo Monzon: when did he speak to you?
Doña Sofia: about a month ago, the first time. But I told him to make sure. Last night, he said he was sure. Of course, you have noticed how devout he has been lately?
Celo Monzon: (stands) well, I would have never expected it of him.
Doña Sofia: (shooks her head) has he not always been quiet and reserved, even as a boy.
Celo Monzon: yes, but not noticeablely of a religious temper.
Doña Sofia:only because he did not understand then. He has taken a long time maturing Celo but I think it is for the best. Now he knows what really calls him, and he is really very sincere, are you glad?
Celo Monzon: it is a career, like all the others. Did he say what seminary?
Doña Sofia: We can talk about that over later on. He was afraid you would refuse.
Celo Monzon: what does he take me for? A heretic?
(servant enters, and cleared the table)
Doña Sofia: (stood and followed Celo Monzon to the sala)
Scene 2: Sala/Living room
Doña Sofia: Celo, when are you going to see your father? Nena called up last night. She was crying. She says she can do nothing with the old man. Your cousin Paulo is not there anymore to help her. It seems the old man broke a plate on his head.
Celo Monzon: (left hand, placing a hat on. Right hand, on the door knob. He then paused and looked very old and tired)
Doña Sofia: (goes nearer to cello