Thanasi confronts Hildie about some diaries that belonged to his father.
Later that night. A purple sofa is in the living room. There is an end table to the right
of the sofa. There is an icon of Greek Patron Saint George hanging on the wall above the sofa
and an icon of Virgin Mary holding Jesus Christ on top of the fire place, next to the photographs of
Hildie and Yorgo’s on their wedding day, Thanasis eleventh grade picture, and a picture of
Thanasi’s with his parents.
Thanasi arrives home. He unlocks the door and enters the house. Hildie is sitting on the
lounge chair, crocheting doilies. She gets up from her chair, sets the doilies down on the lounge
chair and walks over to Thanasi.
Hildie: “Where you go this time of night?”
Thanasi: “Wherever I felt like it.”
Hildie: “Why you no tell me where you go? I was worry about you.” (Pause.) “How are
you?”
Thanasi: “Who are you, my keeper?”
Hildie: “Yes. You father want me to take care of you. And I obey his wishes. Do you
know what time is it?
Thanasi: (Sarcastically.) “No, I don’t. But if I should need to know sometime, I’ll be
sure to ask you. You seem to be the expert around here.”
Hildie: “When you leave you say where you go or what time you be home. From now on
it, there will be rules.”
Thanasi: (Sarcastically.) “You care to run that by me again? My hearing doesn’t seem to
be functioning at the moment.”
Hildie:“You hear me. I want you be here at time I ask you. I no give time for tonight.
But from now on it, you will have time to be here. And you give me call when you reach you
destination and when you leave destination.” (Pause.) “I was worry sick about you. What if
something happen to you? I no have clue about where you
go.”
Thanasi takes off his blue denim jacket and throws it on the sofa.
Thanasi: (Sarcastically.) “Well, that just breaks my heart.”
Hildie: “Why you do this?
Thanasi: “I don’t owe you any explanation as to where I was or anything of the sort.
Where I go is my own business.”
Hildie: “I put stop to that.”
Thanasi: “Oh, really? And just who do you think you are? Wonder Woman? Spare
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