(Evening. A small one room home with a tin roof. EDWIN is sharpening/cleaning his tools. JUDITH tosses a sack of groceries on the table. She is a beautiful woman, once elegant)

JUDITH
It was a beautiful day today

EDWIN
Good

(She leans in for a kiss, he kisses her on the cheek)

JUDITH
No, it was more than good. It was like Port Au Prince at the height of carnival

(Throughout this beat, JUDITH playfully moves her body in a flirtatious/seductive manner. But her bones have aged in a way that they shouldn’t have. It’s awkward)

EDWIN
I’m glad you had a nice day in the market

JUDITH
I couldn’t stop smiling

EDWIN
Smiling is not a bad thing

JUDITH
I had a lot of male customers today

EDWIN
You did?

JUDITH
I did

(She leans into his body)

EDWIN
——

JUDITH
Does it make you jealous? Me in the market smiling, flirting, moving my body they way I did during carnival

EDWIN
A man learns how to get rid of certain vices

JUDITH
There are certain vices a woman never wants her man to get rid of

EDWIN
She says now

JUDITH
And she’ll say later

(JUDITH rubs her body against his. It’s even more awkward. She presses her body even harder against his and kisses him. EDWIN hesitates then slyly pulls away)

It’s been sometime since my name slipped off your tongue

EDWIN
What’s gotten into you?

JUDITH
The same thing that’s gotten to us all

EDWIN
And what’s that?

(Not giving up on her seduction/her movement)

JUDITH
Revolution. Re-vo-luu-tioonnnn

EDWIN
Revolution?

JUDITH
No

(Loudly)

Revolution

EDWIN
Shhhh...

JUDITH
Let them hear. They can’t hurt us, not anymore

EDWIN
Have we become bulletproof?

JUDITH
You don’t know

EDWIN
Know what?

JUDITH
The miracle

EDWIN
I’ve missed the rapture?

JUDITH
Better. How have you missed this?

EDWIN
I’ve been working all day

JUDITH
You’ve got to rise from under the earth sometimes and listen to God’s music

(JUDITH turns on the radio)

RADIO
We are not dogs, fed scraps, beaten then slaughtered for the nutriment of the earth. We are not peasants, intellectuals, dark skins, mulattos. We are Haitian. The proud descendants of Toussaint L’Overture, Dutty Boukman, and Georges Biassou. Their proud, honorable, and just blood runs through all our veins. All of our bodies. In this nation there is only one people. The people of the Union. And as a people we must unite against oppression as our fathers did before us. This is the beginning. The beginning of freedom. They will not quiet us any longer. Unity makes strength. Unity makes strength.

(Brief dead time. The sound of a tape running. A beat)

We are not dogs, fed scraps, beaten...