Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The FIANCE:"

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "The Fiance." (A Greek TragedyComedy)



GREEK CHORUS: "Hear our tale! Hear our tale! -U Mortals who come Beyond! Hear our Tale and Understand the ways of the GODS!"

Helene, who YAKS (talks) way too much for one person, is getting married. Unfortunately, she's decided to tie the KNOT with some "dubious dude", Markus, though "well-off", not from our village but from the next one over?

GREEK CHORUS: "We don't like him! We think he stinks!"

Anyhow, he finally shows up to meet Helene's family bringing Roses for MA and some Hashish for PA!

GREEK CHORUS: "We REALLY don't like him! And he's NOT from our Village!"

These visits recur with rapidity which is welcome to PA but for MA, the non-diversity gift of flowers is getting old. Also, Markus - the Fiance - can never get a word-in-edge ways as Helene - God bless her - YAKS at everyone thru these entire visits like an AGORA town crier be-wailing Shock News followed on with tittle-tattle?

GREEK CHORUS: "We don't like him! Never did! Can't get a WORD out of the Son-of-a-bitch!"

ALAS; On Markus's final woo-ing visit, he treads on a garden rake that's pole re-acts and WHACKS him in the head! He goes down like a sacks of un-ripe Olives and - apparently? - becomes instantly catatonic: In a bloody COMA, and until the Gods know when?

GREEK CHORUS: "We STILL don't like him! He's NOT from our Village. Maybe it's just as well?"

Anyhow...Helene is insistent, citing Destiny, The GODS, the Passion of Love and several items she garnered from the Agora-town crier's gibberish! So Markus, silent, DUMB, eyes glazed, occasionally garbling incoherency's, is wheeled into the Temple of Marital Bliss and the ceremony is sufficiently concluded to convince the Priest that ALL is "MAZURKA" and the Groom is "Compos-mentis!""

GREEK CHORUS: "He LOOKS funny, no? And we STILL don't like him!"

The wedding night consists of the following: Helene and PA undress the poor sap, place him on the Marital bed, PA searching Markus's Toga-thingies pockets for more Hashish but to no avail. Then Helene kicks PA out, locks and bolts the door whilst outside the window the entire Village is gathered, discreetly listening - INTENTLY! - for... sounds of climatic love-making?

GREEK CHORUS: "We're still not KEEN on this fella! And we can't hear DICK because Helene keeps YAKKING!!"

Cut to the Quick...of this microcosm of a three Act Play? -Helene - with some NIFTY manipulation MOUNTS comatose-Markus, rides him like a Thessaloniki BURRO (Donkey), achieves predictable results and a baby arrives 9 months later.

GREEK CHORUS: "We've changed our minds! We think we like him! Silence is Golden, like Jason & the Golden Fleece! He's obviously SENT by the GODS!"

To this Tale, there is NO punchline. Helene YAKS constantly to the Cat (Markus) she's married; HE (Markus), quite  dumb, lives forever in catatonic silence, and their only child (NEMO) grows up Bi-Polar and runs off to Athens as soon as he can!

GREEK CHORUS: "We LOVE him! A match made in Heaven. What a Guy!? ...One of US!..... (Lots of coughing!) ...So hear our tale! Hear our tale, U mortals of Beyond? Hear our tale! And  try to Understand the ways of the GODS....."





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