[Neil is asked to read a passage from Death of a Salesman]

[Keen to impress] *Cough cough* Certainly miss. [reading the text] At the back of the kitchen there is a draped entrance, which leads to the living room. To the right of the kitchen, on a level raised two feet, is a bedroom furnished only with a brass bedstead and a straight chair. On a shelf over the bed a silver athletic trophy stands. A window opens onto the apartment house at the side.