How many Jesuses is too many Jesuses?: An Interlude

FADE IN

INTERIOR – BEDROOM – DAY. MR. JEN and JENNY are sitting in bed, looking at photos from Jenny’s Catholic grandmother’s house at Christmas.

JENNY

The first time you went to my grandma’s house, did you think it was one of those really religious houses?

Mr. Jen stares at Jenny with a mixture of incredulity and outrage.

JENNY

Well, I don’t know! I grew up in that culture. I don’t know how much religious stuff a house should have. Like, when you walk into her house, is that your first–

MR. JEN

It’s the first thing you notice! It’s the very first thing!

JENNY

And you go, this is one of those religious houses?

MR. JEN

Remember when we counted all the Jesuses on the first floor of your grandma’s house? How many were there?

JENNY

Fifty-two.

MR. JEN

Fifty-two! There are fifty-two Jesuses on that floor alone! And that’s just Jesus! There’s all kinds of other religious stuff!

JENNY

So, how many Jesuses is too many, then?

MR. JEN

Two!

JENNY

Wait, do you mean having two Jesuses is having too many Jesuses, or my grandma has two too many?

MR. JEN

What?

JENNY

Like, is fifty the limit and she’s two over?

Mr. Jen massages his forehead with both hands, humbled in defeat.

FADE OUT.

FIN.