A Short Play by Eliyahu Muszkat
PETE (18-year-old) calls KEVIN (88-year-old with dementia). Phone rings…
PETE: Hi, my name is Pete.
PETE: I’m your son.
Beep. KEVIN hangs up. PETE looks at the phone and redials the number. KEVIN picks up.
KEVIN: Listen, kid, I’m not your dad.
PETE: I have an official document from the state of New York that says that you, Kevin Steigman are my father.
KEVIN: How is that possible? I’ve never had any children.
PETE: According to these papers I’m your son.
KEVIN: Why should I believe you?
PETE: Well if you tell me your social security number, I can match it up with the one on the document and verify that you are in fact my father.
KEVIN: Oh ok. My social security number is 985-64-264.
PETE: Perfect! Thank you, Mr. Steigman. Have a good day.
KEVIN: Hold on a second….
Beep. PETE hangs up. KEVIN looks at the phone and realizes that he has made a terrible mistake. KEVIN calls PETE back.
PETE: Who is this?
KEVIN: This is your dad.
PETE says nothing.
KEVIN: You there? I can’t hear you.
PETE: Yeah, what’s up?
KEVIN: I think you made a mistake.
PETE: What are you talking about Mr. Steigman?
KEVIN: You forgot to ask me for my credit card number. Won’t you need it to compare it to the forms?
PETE shakes his head and almost laughs at KEVIN.
PETE: Oh. Yes of course.
KEVIN: Great! Glad I remembered. It’s 2665978946487513. The expiration is 08/22 and the CVT is 164.
PETE: Great thanks.
Beep. PETE hangs up again. KEVIN – confused by PETE’S curtness – calls back. PETE doesn’t answer.
KEVIN: (to himself) Why isn’t Pete picking up? I’ve done a terrible job raising him. He doesn’t pickup the phone and now that I think about it, he never visits either.