My husband? Oh, no, dear, he’s dead and 

gone. For years and years, now.

RENÉE

Oh. Um. You have my condolences.

SOPHIA

That’s very kind of you. He was a bit of

a bastard, he was, but I still miss him. 

Mostly when a light bulb needs changing.

He was tall, you see. Also, credit where

credit is due, he was dynamite in the sack.

Oh, hello, dear. I’m afraid Frank isn’t in 

at the moment, and he told me not to talk

to any more sales people while he’s out.

Says one set of encyclopedias is one too

many, and we have plenty of cutlery. 

A nice young lady. Kind, if compelled to 

kindness. Room to grow, though. Potential.

Such a pity she’ll die screaming. They all

die screaming…