Hobson's Choice by Harold Brighouse
page 81 of 149 (54%)
page 81 of 149 (54%)
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think you'd stand by a fellow man to make things not so strange
at first. ALBERT (_coming down, with a dishcloth_). That's not the way we look at it. Hurry up with those cups, Fred. (_Goes to_ FRED _up stage_ R.) (MAGGIE _enters with_ VICKEY _and_ ALICE _in outdoor clothes_.) MAGGIE. Have you broken anything yet, Albert? ALBERT (_indignantly_). Broken? No. (_Takes cup from tray and wipes it_.) MAGGIE. Too slow to, I expect. FREDDY. I must say you don't show much gratitude. ALBERT. Aren't you at all surprised to find us doing this? MAGGIE. Surprised? I told you to do it. FREDDY. Yes, but--(_Takes tray up stage_, L.) MAGGIE (_taking towel from him_). You can stop now. I'll finish when you're gone. (_Moves down_ R.) (_Knock at door upstairs_, R.) |
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