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Etheline sits next to Royal’s bed. Pagoda comes in and hands Royal a small brown paper sack.
ROYAL
Pagoda is in possession of a parcel that
contains my will and some instructions
regarding the funeral, including my
epitaph, for when the time comes.
Etheline nods.
ROYAL (CONT’D)
Proof-read it for me before they carve
it on the headstone, OK?
ETHELINE
OK.
ROYAL
I never did stop loving you, by the way.
Do you believe that?
ETHELINE
Not really.
ROYAL
You look terrific. That dress is
stunning.
ETHELINE
(pause)
Thanks.
Royal raises an eyebrow. Etheline shakes her head and goes out of the room. Royal opens the paper sack and withdraws a cheeseburger wrapped in aluminum foil. He unwraps it and takes a bite. He hesitates. Henry is standing in the doorway. He walks away.
A dalmation mouse eats some crumbs off the floor.
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An hour later. Royal lies in bed, drinking a milkshake, reading a spy novel. Chas appears in the doorway.
CHAS
Lights out, old man.
Chas turns out the light.
ROYAL
I was going to read for a little bit,
Chas.
CHAS
Sorry. 11:30. Lights out.
ROYAL
I’m in the middle of a sentence.
CHAS
Have to finish it up in the morning.
Them’s the rules.
Silence. Royal says in a quiet, strangely upbeat voice in the darkness:
ROYAL
Goodnight, m’boy.
Chas hesitates. He closes the door.