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Later. They have eaten. They both have big glasses of red wine. It’s more relaxed.
MICHAEL
So how will you decide?
JULIA
I don’t know. I’m happy back in
Berlin, I suppose.
MICHAEL
You’ve seen your mother?
JULIA nods.
JULIA
I wanted to get away. There was
nothing more to it. It was Paris,
but it could have been anywhere.
MICHAEL
Away from your parents?
JULIA doesn’t answer.
MICHAEL
I’m aware I was difficult. I wasn’t
always open with you. I’m not open
with anyone.
JULIA
I knew you were distant. I’d always
assumed it was my fault.
MICHAEL
Julia. How wrong can you be?
JULIA colours, on the verge of tears. Then she looks away.