WHERE THE PURPLE BLOSSOMS ARE SCATTERED ON THE PATH
ROWENA IS SEATED. MARGARET STANDS
- ROWENA Come in from the rain
- MARGARET You see where the purple blossoms are scattered on the path, shiny with rain? Isn’t that a kind of beauty?
- ROWENA Come in from the rain
- MARGARET Where my feet have been is soon wet again, and there are no marks to show I have ever been there.
- ROWENA Come in from the rain
- MARGARET What was is no more. What’s now will soon not be. And no-one knows what is to come.
- ROWENA Come in from the rain
- MARGARET (ANGUISHED) Georgie! Georgie! Georgie!
- ROWENA Come in from the rain
- MARGARET I am composed. I am just a person outside in the street. It is raining. I am looking down. I am not wearing shoes.
- ROWENA Come in from the rain
- MARGARET Soon it will be dark. If there is moonlight it will show through the trees if you look up. What reason to look up?
- ROWENA Come in from the rain
- MARGARET This street is a bloody bore. I’ve been up and down it, and I know it well, all it has to show, but I have no business to attend to anywhere else but here, this spot. Oh, Georgie!
- ROWENA Georgie! Georgie! Georgie!
- MARGARET (OVER) Georgie! Georgie! Georgie!
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