Mason: Evening, Santana.
Santana: Mason.
Mason: What brings you here? I know it can’t be my father since he’s out.
Santana: I just forgot my notebook. I have a meeting tomorrow on the hotel renovations.
Mason: Busy, busy, busy.
Santana: Look, Mason, I understand how you must feel about me.
Mason: Oh, not at all. My understanding I’m not to feel any way about you what so ever.
Santana: That’s not true. We’re friends and we’ve always been friends.
Mason: That depends on how far you want to stretch the definition of friendship.
Santana: I understand it must have been a big shock to you to find out that, especially on your father’s
birthday—
Mason: Oh, what better time, Santana. Of course we did have plenty of time when we were alone together, to
discuss what was going on, but I sort of like your style. Make a public event out of it
Santana: I just want to say I’m sorry. Your father and my relationship kind of crepe up on me. I really wasn’t in
the position to discuss it with anyone.
Mason: No, explanations needed.
Santana: Thank you.
Mason: I wouldn’t expect too much from this little fling you’re having with my father, however.
Santana: I don’t expect anything.
Mason: Oh, good. Some women might. Some women might think that they stood to inherit quite a size—
Santana: I don’t like what you’re implying, Mason.
Mason: You don’t? Well, let’s drop it, then.
Santana: You surprise me.
Mason: Well, it’s just that I think a lot women have their eye on dad. Gina Demott for example, probably feels
about him exactly the same way you do.
Santana: I have no exclusive claim on your father.
Mason: No, you certainly don’t. Therefore, it’s well and fair, and right, that I tell you that you’re not the only
woman he sees regularly.
Santana: I know that her husband just died, and your father is a friend trying to help her out.
Mason: Yes, well we don’t always know what goes on behind closed doors, do we? Actually Gina wouldn’t be
a bad match for my father. They have similar tastes. They’re both accustomed to a certain standard of living.
Santana: Oh, and I’m the maid’s daughter! Is that it?
Mason: I didn’t say that.
Santana: Well, you’re trying.
Mason: Santana, I don’t what you’re so fired up about.
Santana: I just didn’t think you’d stoop that low.
Mason: Oh, obvious Santana, you misunderstood me. I merely said that Gina has a lot to offer my father. She
even comes with a ready made family. Brandon may be adopted but he’s a lovely boy.
Santana: Stop twisting your father’s concern and support. I would like to help the Demotts myself.
Mason: Really? How generous of you.
Santana: It has nothing to do with generosity. I would like to do something. I was thinking today that I’d like to
remember Brandon’s birthday. You wouldn’t happen to know what day he’s birthday is, would you?
Mason: No, Santana. I don’t keep up with things like Brandon’s birthday, or my neighbor’s, or my secretary’s. I
have a busy schedule. Now my father’s, I celebrated. That was quite enough. It’s been great talking with you,
Santana
