The Redeeming Page #2

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haven't got a dog.

Do you see a dog?

I'm just saying that

if you had a dog

it would need walking at night.

Besides I can walk

anywhere anytime.

I don't need permission,

I am allowed.

Young John with

the 20 questions.

Huh, who's in charge here?

I'm sorry, I didn't

mean to upset you.

I just think I may need a

doctor for my arm, that's all.

Yes I know, your

arm, your arm.

You poor thing.

I'm sorry.

It's so late and

I've hardly slept with

this blooming weather and

what with the lights

flickering on and off it's,

it's enough to drive anyone

up, up the wall, isn't it?

You must be tired.

Yes, I am very.

Just have to make

the best of it.

Sit it out 'til morning.

(wind howling)

It looks freezing out there.

Not much better in here.

(John chuckles)

Used to love watching storms,

as a child, from the window.

How old are you?

When I was 11 there

was a storm, huge.

Hellish.

I'm 19.

No one would let me watch

it though, I was too little.

Stay away from the window

girl, it's dangerous.

They were all at the

bloody window though,

both my parents and

my older brother.

(creepy piano music)

There was a massive

bolt of lightning

and the window was struck.

My father was killed instantly

and my mother lost an eye.

My brother was cut

badly but nothing more.

Hey, it's fine.

My mother, she wears a pretty

diamante eye patch now.

And my brother, well, he recovered

with only a few scars so.

Oh, my father,

didn't like him much anyway.

So it's all good.

Now I can do what I like.

I can watch any storm

I want from the window.

Though frankly there's

not much to see, is there?

Just a lot of leaves

blowing about.

Don't know what

all the fuzz was.

Certainly not worth

losing an eye over.

Still.

(wind howling)

So, what am I gonna do with you?

John.

I mean, what can we do

to while away the hours

on this long dark night?

Any ideas?

John?

What do you mean?

Look, I'm only 19.

You're okay looking, you're

really pretty for your age

but you're just so

much older than me.

What are you

blithering on about?

I just think you're

a bit too old for me.

And my arm really hurts.

What?

I'm not interested in you!

(laughing)

Goodness, that's hilarious!

I'm not Mrs. Robinson.

Oh, you've not idea who

I'm talking about, do you?

She's what you might

call the ultimate cougar.

Which I am not.

The very idea.

(laughing)

Besides, you need to have

two fully workable arms

to have any chance with me.

Oh gosh.

(laughing)

You've made me all coy now.

You're so naughty.

(giggles)

(giggles)

He's young enough to be...

Oh, look what I found.

Monopoly, Scrabble,

even a jigsaw.

Although, I hate jigsaws, don't

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