mother's day
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- George and Doris exit left.As they go Mrs Fitzgerald moves to the left of the table and sits. She eagerly beckons Mrs Pearson to do the same thing.
- Why?
- Mrs Fitzgerald, we must change back now....we really must...
- A bit more of the same would do 'em good.Making a great difference already....
- Mrs Pearson moves to right of the table and sits.
- Because this has gone far enough. I can see they're all miserable-and I can't bear it...
- Well-if you insist...
- Quiet now.Relax
- No,I can't stand any more of it-I really can't.We must change back.Hurry up,please,Mrs Fitzgerald.
- Yes-I do-please-please.
- They carry out the same action as before,going lax and then coming to life.But this time,they become their proper personalities.
- She stretches her hands across the table eagerly.Mrs Pearson takes them.Mrs Pearson and Mrs Fitzgerald stare at each other.Muttering;exactly as before,Arshtatta dum-arshtatta dum-arshtattalamdumbona...
- Ah well- I enjoyed that
- Well you ought to have done.Now listen,Mrs Pearson,Don't go soft on 'em again,elseit'll all have been wasted...
- I didn't
- They've not had as long as I'd like to have given 'em- another hour or two's rough treatment might have made it certain.
- I'll try not to, Mrs Fitzgerald.
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