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PADRAIC on a chair, staring into space, rain outside. There’s a sound of quiet chomping, the donkey is eating a carrot from his hand, but PADRAIC is too hungover & depressed to enjoy it. SIOBHAN returns, groceries and letter in hand.
SIOBHAN
Ar for God’s sake, Padraic, how many
more times?
PADRAIC
I am not... putting me donkey... out in
the rain... when I’m sad. Okay?!
SIOBHAN
Well stringy bits of shite I had to pick
up yesterday when you let her in...
PADRAIC
There was no stringy bits in that
donkey’s shite. There was bits of
straw, if there was anything, and *
that’s all there was.
SIOBHAN
Maybe it was straw, so.
PADRAIC
It was straw.
Seeing how sad he is, she softens a little...
SIOBHAN
I’ll get us our porridge.
SIOBHAN puts the groceries and letter to one side, & warms some porridge on the stove.
PADRAIC
Was I awful last night?
SIOBHAN
No, you was lovely.
PADRAIC
Well I know I wasn’t lovely now, Siobhan...
SIOBHAN
You was lovely. About me, anyways.
PADRAIC
Well of course I’m lovely about you.
What else is there to be about ya?
Touched, she gives him a smile, then goes back to the porridge. She looks at the letter a moment, then slips it quietly away into a pocket. Suddenly, there is a single quiet thump on the front door. PADRAIC glances at SIOBHAN, then goes over & opens it...