· · ·
turning to page one
turning to page one
David is on the phone. Bertie enters.
DAVID
I’m on with Wallis!
(continues as though Bertie didn’t exist)
I know, darling, a talk, even a
lovely long talk, is a poor
substitute for holding tight and
making drowsy. Nor making our own
drowsies either, as we’ve had to do
far too often lately.
(kisses the phone and hangs up)
Wallis misses me terribly.
BERTIE
Mother says you’re late for dinner.
David glares at a clock.
DAVID
She forgets Papa’s bloody clocks
were always half an hour fast!
He sets it back.