INT. ANNIE’S APARTMENT. SMALL LIVING ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON
Soft music playing in the background.
Annie, a tall woman in mid-20s, dressed in a white t-shirt and blue jeans, sets the table. Tableware. Napkins. She strolls over to the kitchen and reappears with a plate of chocolate chip cookies.
Annie turns to TARA, a petite woman in late 40s, dressed in business attire, seated at one end of the table. She watched Tara for a moment before pulling out a chair and sitting across from her.
Do you think this is right? Should we really do this?
Tell me what we should do instead, Tara. After all, it’s you who came to me.
I don’t know what we should do instead. But not this. This isn’t right. Meeting my son’s girlfriend behind his back. This isn’t right. What’ll he think?
What do you think he'll think? You tell.
That I have..have…
A nefarious reason you mean?
Nefarious. Yes. That’s the right term. I’m surprised you know the word.
Who do you think I am, Tara? A cavewoman? An uneducated fool?
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just that..I’ve done my research and...
By research, you mean a trip to Disneyland?
That too. I’m sorry. It’s all coming out wrong.
'TARA( scanning the room)'
You have a beautiful house, Annie.
I didn’t think you’d be so...so...
Sorry. My thesaurus just ran out of words. Care to enlighten me?
I never thought being normal would be such an abnormal quality to possess.
Again, I didn’t mean it as an insult. I’m sorry if you felt that way. Sometimes I can come across as a judgemental bitch.
No. You’re not a bitch. Judgemental? Maybe. Remember the saying? Never judge a book by its cover? The cover might put you to sleep. But the words in the book might totally change your world. Read a page or two before you make assumptions of your own.
And contrary to popular belief, we, the witches are well-educated. We study. We work. We marry. Have babies.
Why Daniel? Why him?
Why not him, Tara? Your son is a great man. Kind. Smart. Passionate about life...and me.
And young. Immature. Reckless.
Weren’t we all? And that’s the beauty of growing up, right?
Talking about growing up. How old are you?
Are we back to this again, Tara? Does my age really matter? Does it define how much your son and I should love each other? Just because I’m someone who is skilled in witchcraft doesn’t make me incapable of love you know. I love him. For who he is. For what he does. We can’t plan love, Tara. It just happens.
Tell me about it.
Oh! I smell a juicy story there.
Yeah. A pretty long one in fact.
Should I bring popcorn?
How about a box of tissues?
'ANNIE(rolling her eyes)'
Nah. I’ll skip.
'TARA(falls back in her chair)'
Let’s start over. Shall we? I’m really sorry for the way I treated you when you came home with Daniel. He never mentioned to me that you’re...a...witch. When I figured it out, I couldn’t handle it. I was worried about him. About his life. His future. I was worried that you’d cast some magic spell on him and take him away from me. I lashed out. Not the most mature thing to do. I’m ashamed of my behaviour. And now...my son. He won’t even take my calls.
I’m hurt you thought that way. But I’m not surprised. This is what people always think of us. That we’re out to seduce men, in all forms – single, married, old, crippled, dead. But that’s not true. We’ve feelings and emotions too. All of them real. Might be a bit grey and foggy compared to the others. That doesn’t make us less vulnerable.
So what gave me away?
I mean...how did you know I was a witch?
'TARA(fidgets with her ring)'
Oh! The way you walk. Your feet on the ground, but not exactly touching.
Great observation skills I must say. At least you got that part of your research right.
They share a knowing smile.
Listen. I’m sorry again. I’m being...so overprotective. I know. Sometimes I cross my lines. I know that too. But I can’t control it. I’m sure Daniel must have told you all about how territorial I could get.
'ANNIE(in a conspiratory voice)'
Of course, he did. And he didn't leave any gruesome details either.
Tara covers her face with her hands.
Oh my god! What must you think of me?
You know what I think, Tara? I think you’re a great mom. Sometimes...you get a tad overprotective though.
My husband...he died when I was still pregnant with Daniel. He never got a chance to see his son. I didn’t want Daniel to miss his father. I thought if I loved him so much, that would be enough.
Tara closes her eyes and inhales deeply. A single tear falls down her cheek. Annie hands her a napkin.
Are you heavy, Tara?
Oh! Forgive me. Maybe I’m a cavewoman, after all. Yet to learn how the modern woman’s sensitivities work. I meant your mind, Tara. Is your mind heavy? Your thoughts and expectations – are they weighing you down?
Is my mind heavy? I don’t know, Annie. What makes you feel that way?
This is the difference between witches and average human beings, you see. Don’t get all steamed up. That was a mere comparison, not an insult. We, witches proudly carry our skills like a badge whereas for you, the normal humans, everything is a burden – skills, weaknesses. Piled, one on top of the other, until you drop to the floor. Exhausted. Unmotivated.
A look of realisation crosses Tara’s face.
What do you think I should do? How do I lighten myself up? How do I relax?
Well, for starters. Go home. Call Daniel. Talk to him. If he doesn’t answer the phone, call his office. Or send him an email. Apologise. Shout. Cry. Whatever. But don’t stop talking. Let it all out. And no matter what happens, don’t call me for help. This battle is yours to fight. You don’t need me there. You shouldn’t.
I’m scared Annie. What if I say something wrong and ruin it?
We’re all meant to say wrong things, Tara. At least 90% of the time. But we don’t. Ever wonder why? Because we think. We analyse. Every single time, before we open our mouths. Go before it’s too late. If someone says ‘ it’s never too late for anything ’, don’t believe them. It's a lie.
I guess you’re right. I shouldn’t wait too long.
Yes, you shouldn’t.
But before I leave, there’s something I need to tell you. Something you really deserve to hear.
My son is really lucky to have you as his girlfriend. I hope you both stay happy. Always. Welcome to the family, Annie.
Thank you, Tara. I’m touched. And I hope your happiness finds you too. As soon as possible.
Hope. Now that’s a magical word!
Both women laugh.
'ANNIE(motioning towards the table)'
And now, can we get back to that tea of ours? I hate to waste a good brew.
Dramatic music plays in the background.