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Etheline sits at her desk writing numbers on little bits of pottery and recording it in a notebook. Royal stands in the garden, looking in the window. His IV bag hangs on a rolling stand beside him.
ROYAL
Chassie’s got those boys cooped up like
a pair of jackrabbits, Ethel.
ETHELINE
He has his reasons.
ROYAL
I know it. But you can’t raise boys to
be scared of life. You got to brew some
recklessness into them.
ETHELINE
I think that’s terrible advice.
ROYAL
(pause)
No, you don’t.