Other Hands (Excerpt)
From Laura Wade's Other Hands (2005)
Scene 1
Lydia's studio flat. Late morning.
Lydia is standing in front of the computer, looking at Steve. He stands by the door, a motorbike helmet in his hand. The air fizzes.
Lydia | You've got an hour. |
Steve | Um |
Lydia | What? |
Steve | It's. I can't predict how long it's |
Lydia | How long |
Steve | I mean, it can take longer |
Lydia | Longer than an hour? |
Steve | Well, it. I don't always know till I. Start. How long I'm going to be doing it for is all |
Lydia | Right. Well / I |
Steve | Sometimes it's just thirty seconds or so sometimes and sometimes it's I do try and keep it as quick as possible but |
Lydia | OK |
Steve | But it can take longer and I can't really tell until I, you know, get down to it |
Lydia | Get down to it |
Steve | Have a go |
Lydia | You don't think with your, your experience you should be able to predict |
Steve | There's lots of |
Lydia | And you are a professional so |
Steve | I mean it just isn't possible to |
Beat | |
Lydia | I can only afford an hour. |
Steve | Right. |
Lydia | Sorry. |
Steve | No |
Lydia | I should have said on the phone |
Steve | OK |
Lydia | So |
Steve | Well let's give it an hour and see how we go. |
Lydia | OK. |
Steve puts his helmet down and moves towards the PC. | |
Steve | It's the modem, you said |
Lydia | God, I don't know, I mean |
Steve | Since |
Lydia | Monday |
Steve | OK well let's |
Lydia | I might not be using the right words, the terminology |
Lydia is still standing in front of the PC, barring Steve's way. | |
Steve | Can I |
Lydia | Um |
Steve | Have a look? |
Lydia | Um, yeah |
Lydia starts to move away, then darts back to stand between Steve and the computer. | |
Sorry | |
Steve | What? |
Lydia | Sorry I just |
Steve | Yeah |
Lydia | I really need it, I |
Steve | Yeah Yeah |
Lydia | And you, you did say that. You know, sometimes, doesn't it, it takes more than an hour you said and I can't afford it because |
Steve | No, I |
Lydia | I should have said before |
Steve | No |
Lydia | Stead of making you come all the way over here from |
Steve | Fulham |
Lydia | Fulham. Oh, not too far |
Steve | Not too far, no |
Lydia | Quite direct on a bike I should think |
Steve | I, um |
Lydia | I'm sorry. I really am. |
Beat | |
Steve | I could |
Lydia | Yes? |
Steve | You could just pay me for the hour and I'll. I'll stay till it's done. |
Lydia exhales. Smiles. | |
Lydia | Yes. Yeh. Thank you |
She moves away from the PC. | |
You see that's. That's kind. That's kind | |
Steve | Sure |
Steve sits down at the PC. He flexes his fingers. | |
Lydia | So what if it's less than an hour? |
Steve | What? |
Lydia | Joke. Sorry, joke. Just, joke. |
Steve smiles. Lydia sits down on the bed. | |
Steve | You don't have to stay with me if you |
Lydia | It's a studio |
Steve | Right, sorry |
Lydia | Unless you'd like a cup of tea, or |
Steve | No thanks |
Lydia | Or water or |
Steve | I'm OK |
Lydia | Don't know why I bought it really, sounds disgusting. Not very grown-up, is it, squash? |
Steve moves the mouse, then frowns. | |
Steve | Does it always crash like this? |
Lydia | Oh. Yeah, always. All the time. Hit 'Save' every five seconds now. |
Steve | You work from home, do you? |
Lydia | No, I. No. |
Pause. Steve reboots the PC. Lydia watches him. | |
God, you must. You must really see some stuff | |
Steve | Don't really look |
Lydia | No? |
Steve | Not really interested |
Lydia | No |
Beat. | |
No? You must be a little bit? | |
Steve | Maybe a / bit |
Lydia | A little bit. Curious. |
Steve | Most people there's not |
Lydia | Well you won't find any porn on there |
Lydia laughs and looks away. | |
Steve | What you do with your personal |
Lydia | My personal |
Steve | It's none of my business |
Lydia | I don't have anything personal on |
Steve | I'm just here to fix it |
Beat. | |
Lydia | There's someone I email, OK? |
Steve | OK |
Lydia | But I wouldn't |
Steve | I won't |
Lydia | I haven't met him |
Steve | I won't |
Lydia | Read them, no |
Steve peers at the screen. | |
Steve | Shit |
Lydia | What? What? |
Steve | I'm going to be here a while. |
Fade. | |
© Laura Wade 2005.
We are grateful to Oberon Books for the permission to reprint this extract from Other Hands. Please visit www.oberonbooks.com for further information on Laura Wade's published work.

