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Have they gone yet?

Didn’t you hear the car leave?

Are you angry, Maria?

Angry?

You always answer a question with a question when you’re angry.

Do I, Signora?

Or sad.

They were talking about the party like it is theirs already…all the friends they’re inviting.

We need their friends. So many of mine are gone.

But it’s your party, Signora, it always has been.

I thought you hated the party.

I do. But that’s not the point.

And what about Antonella? How did she seem to you?

Antonella?

Do you think she likes him?

Who?

Who do you think? Adam, of course.

I’ve hardly seen them together. How can I say?

Because you know her better than any of us.

Yes, I think she likes him.

A lot?

Maybe.

Oh dear.

Signora?

Sit down, Maria. The chair there. Pull it up to the bed. Closer. Good, now give me your hand. That’s right.

Signora…?

There’s something I need to talk to you about, Maria, something we should have talked about long ago.