They are both in their 60's.
(Lights up Edward is sitting on a sofa reading a book.)
Abigail: Are you hungry?
Edward: Possibly.
Abigail: Do you want something to eat?
Edward: That would be lovely.
Abigail: What do you want for dinner?
Edward: I dont know?
Abigail: Well, pick something to eat.
Edward: I really dont care either way.
Abigail: Well, you must want something.
Edward: Nothing in particular.
Abigail: Well, I cant make what you want if you dont elaborate on what it is you actually want.
Edward: Darling, Im quite old, and if you dont pick something soon, you might be eating by yourself.
Abigail: Alright. Ill make chicken. ( she goes off stage to kitchen)
(Edward is reading)
(she comes back on stage)
Abigail: What kind of chicken do you want? Are you attached to eating it cooked a certain way, because if you are Ill make it that way.
Edward: Sweety, anything you make will be fine. Now, cant you see Im reading?
Abigail: Yes. You are always reading. All you ever do is read.
Edward: And all you ever do is nag, but I have grown accustomed to it.
Abigail: Edward, I do not nag.
Edward: And I do not read ( continually reading)
Abigail: And what are you doing right now?
Edward: Thank you Mrs. Holmes. What do you think you are doing right now?
Abigail: I am simply speaking to you on the subject of dinner.
Edward: Ok, well then we have known each other for what?... a good 40 years now, been married for quite a few of those 40 years, 38 is it? Well, every Sunday night we eat fish. For the past 38 years we have been eating fish. I like fish. I look forward to it. Abby, what is today?
Abigail: Its Sunday
Edward: Then why arent we eating fish like always?
Abigail: I thought a change would be nice.
Edward: Ok, a change. A change. Fine, a change would be fantastic. But I believe that because I am not the one instituting this "change" I am therefor provided with one "get out of change free card" and I am using it now. May I please be excused from trying to choose a meal to supplement fish?
Abigail: Fine. Chicken it is, smart ass, or would you like to cook your own meals, because after 40 years of knowing each other and being married for 38 of them... is it? I have discovered that you, my, affectionate, husband cannot cook.
Edward: Chicken sounds lovely.
Abigail: Chicken it is, ( aside) its like pulling teeth! ( goes off stage)(comes back on stage)
Abigail: I put the chicken in the oven. ( pause) Are you still in love?
Edward: ( looks at her) With the chicken? ( puts his book up)
Abigail: No, not with the chicken. Are you still in love with me?
Edward: I suppose, yes, but wouldnt that make the chicken jealous?
Abigail: Thats not funny.
Edward: I thought it was, I bet the chicken did as well.
Abigail: Enough with the chicken.
Edward: Ok. Ok.
Abigail : Do you love me?
Edward: Of course I love you. (Still reading)
Abigail: But are you still in love with me?
Edward: If I say no are you not going to make dinner? ( not looking at her)
Abigail: Stop it. Do you love me?
Edward: Yes.
Abigail: Do you really love me?
Edward: Yes, I really love you.
Abigail: Look at me. ( he puts the book down and looks) We have been married for 38 years.
Edward: Sweetheart, I know this. I believe Ive been here for all of them.
Abigail: Edward, do you remember the day we were married?
Edward: Of course I do. ( pause) Why are you asking me this?
Abigail: Because, I want to know if you love me.
Edward: I love you.
Abigail: Are you still in love with me.
Edward: Yes, I said I love you.
Abigail: No, thats not what Im asking. Im asking if you are still in love with me. There is a difference.
Edward: Then yes, I am still (mockingly) in love with you.
Abigail: Be serious.
Edward: What is this about? Honey, you are watching too much Oprah.
Abigail: Edward, people fall in and out of love everyday. Its easy to grow into the habit of things. I say I love you, you say it back, and, slowly, day by day it becomes ritual. It has been so long now that I feel like I might forget what it feels like.
Edward: What, what feels like?
Abigail: Love.
Edward: You cant forget that feeling.
Abigail: I think I might. I miss that feeling of waking up, just looking at your face, and knowing that you have made my world a better place for having been in it. That I am with the one person who I know understands me. But, we fight so much now, and take things so nonchalantly. I think we might have become indifferent. I dont want to be indifferent, I want to die remembering that you were as passionate about me as the day we met. I want the last words I hear to be I love you.
Edward: Honey, I love you. I dont know why you are so worried. I am still in love with you, just the way I have always been. It may not be the way it was before, but thats ok. Things change. Maybe, our sex isnt as great, but for the past 38 years, when you fall asleep I watch while you are sleeping, and even with your gray hair and wrinkles, I find that I am more in love with you today then every day before.
Abigail: Why?
Edward: Why what?
Abigail: Why do you love me?
Edward: Abby, what do you mean "why do I love you?"
Abigail: I mean why do you love me? You made you promise to marry me.... stay with me.....live with me... for the rest of our lives, why did you do that?
Edward: (looking into her eyes) I cant explain my love for you. I only know that, with every breath you take, my face lights with up your existence. And, I couldnt imagine my days without you. I know that I make jokes, but that comes with the comfort of our love. It may become customary to say I love you, but I hope you know I mean it. Im sorry, that if for any moment I made you question how I feel. After 38 years I suppose I took it for granted.
Abigail: I dont ever want to loose you. You are mine.
Edward: You arent ever going to loose me. I will be with you for the rest of my life. Staring at you, being here for you. I am devoted to you. ( hes staring into her eyes saying slowly) I love you. I really, I love you. ( he kisses her. They stop kissing, and Abigail touches his face. He closes his eyes. Her hand still caressing his face and hair. She gets up, stands in front of him, blocking the view of Edward to the audience. She pulls something out from her apron pocket but the audience cannot see what it is. She lifts her arm, slowly, and brings it to his head. The sound of a gun shot goes off, but that is the only noise, he did not struggle, for his eyes were closed until the very moment. Then you slowly see her bring the gun to her head, but never actually seeing the gun. And within a moment, she pulls the trigger and falls onto his lap. The audience sees them sitting there together looking peaceful. Lights go out)
