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Later. They are in the bath together. HANNA takes a piece of soap and runs it lovingly down his cheek. Then she passes the soap across his stomach.
HANNA
You’re good at it, aren’t you?
MICHAEL
Good at what?
HANNA
Reading.
He smiles.
HANNA
Why are you smiling?
MICHAEL
Because I didn’t think I was good
at anything.