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turning to page one
turning to page one
The door opens. Bertie is on the other side.
The two men stare at each other, not sure what to say.
LIONEL
Bertie, they told me not to expect
you.
(beat)
Sorry about your father.
BERTIE
I don’t wish to intrude..
(gesturing towards the consultation room)
May I?
LIONEL
Of course. Please come in.
BERTIE
I’ve been practising. One hour a
day. In spite of everything.
(notices Lionel’s hump)
What’s going on there?
LIONEL
I was, sorry, mucking around with
my kids.
Lionel hastily removes the pillow, tossing it away. Realizes Bertie has entered the consultation room.