Chance, Part 2

Stan
Come on, Bob!
Ms. Kurtz
You’d better stay!
Stan
Something tells me I’d rather take my chances with the storm.
Ms. Kurtz
Take your chances?
Me
We must be getting back.
Stan
We’ll be seeing you. Thanks very much.
Me
Hey, this door won’t open. The keys, please, Miss!
Stan
We need the key!
Ms. Kurtz
I know it.
Stan
You know? Hey, what’s the big idea of locking us in?
Ms. Kurtz
I have some things to talk about with both of you.
Me
The door key or we’ll yell our heads off.
Ms. Kurtz
There’s no one around for miles except my servant, Olaf.
Stan
Give us that key now or we’ll jump you.
Me
Open that door, lady.

[Bang!]

Ms. Kurtz
Sorry I had to fire. Just a warning shot. I’m really a very gentle woman.
Stan
Wow!
Ms. Kurtz
We’ll understand each other quite clearly now, won’t we?
Me
Why did you fire that gun?
Ms. Kurtz
We can talk with each other quietly now, can’t we?
Stan
Sure.
Ms. Kurtz
I dislike loud noise intensely. You see I’m really a very gentle woman.
Me
Sure. Don’t cry, Stan!
Ms. Kurtz
Excellent advice! I suggest you stop crying, sir.
Stan
Smoke got in my eyes. That’s all, I’m fine now.
Ms. Kurtz
Here I was, a quiet, contented woman, sitting here all alone. And yet I was not quite content. Then chance brought you here.
Me
The rain…
Ms. Kurtz
A chance for me, a quite discontented woman. I am thoroughly shameless, perhaps. But as a woman of infinite realism, I realize that this chance meeting may end well. It is a welcome opportunity for me.
Me
Opportunity?
Ms. Kurtz
I can solve my longing to get myself situated.
Stan
Why, she’s crazy.
Ms. Kurtz
I suggest you substitute another word, a kinder one.
Me
Oh Lady have a heart, will you? Open the door, let us out. I will keep my mouth shut. I swear we both will.
Ms. Kurtz
Are you finished? Then here’s my answer, one of you becomes my husband.
Stan
Uh-oh.
Ms. Kurtz
Yes, my husband. I’m leaving this place shortly, and when we reach our destination, one of you will become my husband. Oh very legally, I will marry.
Me
What about the other?
Ms. Kurtz
To the ordinary woman that would be quite a problem, now wouldn’t it? But to me, well, I told you I’m a realist. So the answer is quite simple. I marry one, the other dies.

(The two boys have heard the choice. One is to live, one is to die, and their hysteria has grown with the terror. Look for Part 3.)