A DARK STAGE. A SPOTLIGHT SHINES CENTRE STAGE
PETRA ENTERS AND WALKS INTO THE SPOT.
Yes, I knew Jessica, and knew her well. Or not at all, if you care to think like that. What was
she? A mystery, and proud to be so. She moved me, and that is all that matters. That she
existed and touched the lives of others. Do I mourn at her passing? Oh yes, I miss her so.
And yet, and yet. She is not gone.
LIGHTS COME UP SLOWLY, REVEALING A ‘WOMEN’S PEACE CAMP’ OUTSIDE A MILITARY
BASE, AS JUDY ENTERS.
PETRA: Hi, Judy.
JUDY: Hi, Petra, what 's happening ?
The story so far ? Evolution. Getting smart, slow but steady. Knocked down, dragged back
now and again, still climbing.
JUDY: Where are we going ?
PETRA: Who knows.
JUDY: Where have we been ?
Well, pay your regards to Ramapithecus, Homo Habilis, Homo Erectus, Homo Neanderthal,
and Homo Sapiens, with a kindly nod to our cousins, the madames Australopithecus. Wave a
hand to barbarism, feudalism, imperialism, fascism, communism and feminism.
JUDY: Yeah ? What about sadism and masochism ?
Said it, fascism and communism. Spare a thought for Jehovah, Zeus, Odin, Ra, Vishnu,
JUDY: Roll up ! Roll up ! Take your pick !
PETRA: A god a day keeps the devil at bay. Who 's your chosen one, one, Judy ?
JUDY : God ? Give me a gun. It's all bullshit, howling at the moon.
SINGING FROM OFF-STAGE CATCHES THEIR ATTENTION.
JUDY: It's Mad Donna. Pleased with the world. You be nice to her.
JUDY: As always.
DONNA, HEAVY WITH CHILD, ENTERS.
PETRA: Hi, Donna.
DONNA: Hal-lo, girls.
JUDY PACES ROUND DONNA, TAKING IN THE FACT OF HER PREGNANCY.
JUDY: Got yourself knocked up, I see.
DONNA : (PROUDLY) My baby. (SHE PATS HER BULGE)
JUDY : You were a founder member, Donna, chained to railings, remember? You’ve let the side
PETRA: Leave her alone, Judy.