Untitled Project on Sibling Actors

        After another dip in the pool, Laurent gets out and lies down across the Romanesque mosaic that Father designed and shaped into the patio last summer. His skin is now beginning to turn pink from all the laying about outside that he does during the summer. Laurent gingerly dips his fingers into the pool water. His fingers lightly tread among the slender, laurel green leaves of neighboring Picholine olive trees that were carried over by the wind into their backyard. He lifts his fingers up from the water as if absolving the pool of its daily transgressions and proceeds to run his fingers through his espresso-colored hair, pressing it back from the top of his forehead and continuing until it is all slicked back.
Nearby, Sister lies back in a wicker patio chaise lounge chair next to a smaller olive-green tea table. She twirls her pen back and forth with her fingers. Her eyes lazily register the words on the pages in her lap that their maid, Martha, handed her thirty minutes ago. A new part for her. She clicks the end of her pen in and out several times as Martha walks back to her with a tray of cocktail glasses filled with ice cubes. The maid sets the tray down upon the table next to the Tanqueray bottle. Neither one of the siblings are able to physically acknowledge the maids returns, they are too preoccupied with their own thoughts. Martha pours both of the siblings a stout gin and tonic and selects two lime wedges from a small silver container with her tongs:
--Avec or sans?
Sister keeps her eyes on the stapled packet and daintily points to the glasses:
--With, of course.
Laurent turns over and looks at his sister:
--What time is it?
--Just now five o'clock. Do you not want a towel?
She says to their maid:
--Could you bring a towel over to Laurent, s'il te plaît?
Martha nods her head and walks back inside. Brother asks Sister what it is she is reading. Sister sets the papers down onto the tea table next to the silver tray, picks up one of the glasses, and then takes a long sip of her drink with marvelous aplomb. She holds the glass under her nose and melts in its aromatic element.
--A new script.