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PADRAIC sitting in a chair, staring into space, a newspaper * on the table beside him. The walls are as equally brightly * painted as COLM’s, though a different colour, and far more bare. SIOBHAN enters with groceries, surprised to see him.
SIOBHAN
What are you doing here?
(pause)
Was the pub closed?
PADRAIC
No. It was open.
Perturbed, she sits in a chair across from him, on the other side of the table, facing more or less the same way, away from the window behind them, an image we’ll repeat often.
SIOBHAN
Anything in the paper? *
PADRAIC
Just the civil war still.
SIOBHAN
A bad do.
PADRAIC is staring into space. She stands, puts the shopping away.
SIOBHAN (CONT'D)
Mrs McCormick’s coming over later,
Padraic, I couldn’t avoid her. I don’t
know if you’re going to be in or out,
but you’re usually out?
PADRAIC
Am I?
SIOBHAN
You are, yeah. You know you are.
PADRAIC
(far away)
I don’t care, Siobhan. It’s your house
too.
All this behaviour strikes SIOBHAN as very strange.