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HANNA has fallen asleep on MICHAEL’S chest. He is awake, looking at the birthmark on her left shoulder. The sound of the wood yard below. He kisses the birthmark. She stirs.
MICHAEL
What’s your name?
She opens her eyes. A look of suspicion.
HANNA
What?
MICHAEL
Your name.
HANNA
Why do you want to know?
MICHAEL
I’ve been here three times. You
haven’t told me your name.
MICHAEL waits a moment.
HANNA
It’s Hanna. What’s yours, kid?
MICHAEL
Michael.
HANNA
Michael. Hmm. So I’m with a
Michael.
HANNA smiles, as if there were something funny about it.
MICHAEL
‘Hanna’.