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MICHAEL flies up the stairs, then goes in. HANNA is sitting sewing. He kisses her on the cheek as he gets out a book.
MICHAEL
I’m sorry I’m late. I was held up
at school.
At once he sits down opposite her. A ritual.
MICHAEL
The Lady with the Little Dog. By
Anton Chekhov.
HANNA looks, seeing right through him.
MICHAEL
“The talk was that a new face had
appeared on the promenade, a lady
with a little dog.”