Enconters

S: (sarcastic) Oh I'm sorry do you not like my face?
T: Wha- I- how - how did this happen?!,
S: (sullen) My mom found out about the cat.
T: what? What cat? Where cat? Who's cat? When? ... What?
S: the neighbors cat.
T: Oh, (beat) that cat.
S: Yeah.
T: But what do you mean? What did you do to the cat?
(This makes Sean obviously uncomfortable and he moves about in his
seat.)
S: This is a hundred percent. ... Secure yeah?
T: What? Oh you mean-
T +S: -Confidential
T: Yeah. Absolutely the only other people that can hear this are the walls.
And eh, maybe that plastic plant over there.
S: Alright, is this the bit where I tell you about how I feel?
T: yes. Please, be 100% honest.
(Sean takes a deep breath and let's it out, closing his eyes. He slouches in
his chair then sits up. He moves around in his chair again and makes
himself comfortable.
S: Okay. I'm going to talk now and I want you to listen. Can you do that?
T: Of course.
S: Alright, when I was younger like I dunno, five or six, I didn't have any
friends. And being around my mother scared me. All I had to do was sit
around by myself. Believe me, that gets boring. And in my house there is a
room. We use it mainly for keeping old crap like bags n hangers and things
you know yourself, or maybe not. ... The room always struck me as being a
little off. The decaying green wallpaper, the rotting, wet wooden