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Millicent: |
(putting aside her embroidery) There was no need for you to tell me that what I was doing was a waste of time. I have to do something. I'm doing it for Esme's youngest and I'm doing it because I love her. I don't know why I love her. Don't ask me. I don't know what doing this says, but it says something. Anyone can see that. (Breaking down) I have to do something. I have to fill in the time. I'm happy to do it. I'm perfectly happy to be doing it. At least I was until you said that what I was doing was useless. Now I don't know what to do. |
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She gets up and walks back and forth.
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Bert: |
You're filling in time. Just cluttering up your life with needles. It's futile. (Rowing the boat furiously) It's bloody futile. |
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He rows. She paces. Suddenly Bert stands and steps out of the boat.
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Bert: |
Perhaps. Perhaps we could go to the pictures or something? |
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Millicent: |
What for? What for? What's the use? |
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Bert: |
Or watch T.V. or something? We should do something. |
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Millicent: |
(in a panic) But what, Bert? What? What? What can we do? |
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He begins to pace. They become more frenetic.
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Bert: |
And it's meant to be a special day. A special day, Millicent. |
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Millicent: |
I know. I know. |
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