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HANNA is sitting unhappily as MICHAEL reads to her. They are both in a bad mood.
HANNA
Oh kid, kid. Stop.
MICHAEL
What’s wrong?
HANNA
Nothing’s wrong. It’s nothing.
HANNA just shrugs. She goes and sits at the table to drink tea. MICHAEL is irritated.
MICHAEL
You never ask, you never bother to
ask how I am.
HANNA
You never say.
MICHAEL
It just happens to be my birthday.
It’s my birthday, that’s all. In
fact, you’ve never even asked when
it is.
HANNA
Look if you want a fight, kid...
MICHAEL
No, I don’t want a fight. What’s
wrong with you?
HANNA
What business is it of yours?
She has snapped at him, razor-like.
MICHAEL
It’s always on your terms.
Everything. We do what you want.
It’s always what you want. My
friends were giving me a party!
HANNA
Well then why are you here? Go back
to your party. Isn’t that what you
want?
HANNA puts down her cup, angry. She goes into the bedroom and slams the door. He sits, the magic of the day gone. He gets up and opens the bedroom door. HANNA is on the bed.
MICHAEL
And it’s always me that has to
apologize.
Silence. HANNA lets time go by. Then :
HANNA
You don’t have to apologize. No-one
has to apologize. No-one can make
you.
HANNA reaches for a book from beside the bed. She throws it
HANNA
War and Peace, kid.