Summary: This skit shows the real thoughts of three women. It then shows the women in conversations. Two of them hide behind masks when relating to others and don’t reveal how they really feel.
Style: Drama. Duration: 8min
Actors: 3F
Props: Three chairs, three women, two masks.
Script
(The skit starts with all ladies seated; masks held down. Kaye is seated in the middle. Each woman stands to speak, and immediately sits when she has finished her line.)
Faye: I’m struggling at the moment.
Kaye: Life’s really hard.
May: I feel bad right now.
Kaye: The kids are driving me crazy.
May: (rubbing stomach) My celiac is playing up something dreadful.
Faye: It’s a struggle to pray and read my Bible.
May: I feel so sick.
Faye: I feel so dry.
Kaye: I feel like a failure.
May: I know it’s my own fault. I always eat Mrs. Brown’s muffins when she offers them to me.
Faye: I wish I could talk to someone about it. Have them pray with me.
Kaye: I wish I could talk to someone about it. Maybe get some advice from a more experienced mother.
May: But she’s lonely and it gives her so much joy to share her home-made muffins.
Faye: Maybe I should speak with someone at the Women’s Meeting.
Kaye: Maybe I should speak with someone at the Women’s Meeting.
May: Why does it always have to happen before the Women’s Meetings? I end up with a bloated, painful stomach, I’m tempted to stay home.
Faye: What am I thinking? Of course I can’t talk to anyone about it. They’ll think I’m a terrible Christian.
Kaye: What am I thinking? Of course I can’t talk to anyone about it. They’ll think I’m a terrible mother.
May: What am I thinking? Of course I’ll keep going to the Women’s Meetings. They’re my sisters in Christ.
(Kaye and Faye move to the front and hold their masks up to speak.)
Kaye: Faye, good to see you. How are things?
Faye: Never better, praise the Lord! What about you? How are those kids of yours?
Kaye: They are a joy. What a blessing it is to be a mum.
Faye: Praise God!
Kaye: Glory!
Faye: Have you heard May’s news?
Kaye: No. What’s happening with May.
Faye: She’s about to enjoy the blessing of children herself.
Kaye: (a little offended to be out of the loop) She hasn’t said anything to me about it.
Faye: She hasn’t said anything to me, either. But it’s pretty obvious. I guess she’s waiting for the 12 week mark before she tells us.
Kaye: I have noticed her tummy growing and she seems to be pretty uncomfortable sometimes. Poor thing. She must have morning sickness.
(Both women sit down in their chairs again. They stand to say their line.)
Faye: I feel so dry.
Kaye: I feel like such a failure.
(May and Faye move to the front. Kaye holds her mask up to speak.)
May: (to Kaye) Hi Kaye. How are you?
Kaye: Fantastic. What about yourself?
May: Actually, I’m feeling a bit unwell.
Kaye: Well, it’s only to be expected in the circumstances.
May: You know about my problem?
Kaye: I know about it, but I wouldn’t call it a problem.
May: Yes. That was wrong of me.
Kaye: We are talking about a human life after all.
May: That’s true. I only eat the muffins because it seems like the agreeable thing to do.
Kaye: Well, you’ve got to do whatever makes you feel comfortable.
May: But I do suffer for it later, as you’ve obviously noticed. (silence for a few seconds) So, how are you Kaye? You seem a bit down lately. Is everything okay?
Kaye: Me? (slowly moves the mask downwards, then thinks better of it and quickly pulls the mask up high) Never better!
May: Are you sure? I’ve been a bit concerned.
Kaye: (Laughs) No need to worry about me. I’m just loving my life right now.
May: Okay. That’s good.
Kaye: No need to worry about me at all. You need to take care of yourself right now. I suggest eating plenty of ginger.
May: Ginger? Will that cure my Celiac?
Kaye: Celiac! That’s a pretty name. Is that the male version of Celia?
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