The Rainbow Page #3

Choir practice?

Restoration.

Do you think it's blasphemous to make love in church?

No. Merely uncomfortable.

Such narrow pews.

Or did you do it standing up in a confessional?

We were only kissing.

Oh, I thought you meant f***ing. Who was he?

A soldier.

What's the matter?

My father was a soldier. Coarse brute.

Treated my mother little better than a whore.

How do you mean?

As a person in her own right my mother did not exist.

She was an instrument for his perverted sexuality.

Was there no love?

The best you'll ever get from a man is passion.

Even that can't last.

I think we're in for a storm - the milk's turned.

Perhaps I should be off.

Don't say that, not before our swim.

In the rush I forgot my costume. Besides, it looks like rain.

In the water what do raindrops matter?

Besides, it's best in the rain.

It's safe, the grounds are private.

We'll undress inside and run down. It's all right.

DISTANT THUNDER:

BOTH LAUGH:

Come on.

You're tickling me!

Relax! You're in the hands of a qualified osteopath.

That's lovely.

I think you better go soon, it's getting late.

Can I not stay with you?

Your parents wouldn't approve.

When will we see each other again?

Monday, silly.

Swimming class.

I meant like this.

I was thinking of taking a school party to the Lakes next weekend. Want to come?

I'm not that fond of hiking.

I wouldn't bother, then.

I meant a party of one.

I love hiking!

Your mother'll think you've been kidnapped. Come along.

You heard me. I need it to get the groceries.

I had to carry them home. What have you got to say?

Damn the groceries! I'm sick of being told what to do.

- ALL:

- # We're bading in the sea, Mother

# We're bading in the sea, Mother... #

And I am standing here with your nightshirt.

# We're bading in the sea, Mother... #

Come on, Rupert, get up now.

Will somebody love me, Mother?

We say "bathing", not bading. We all love you.

But will somebody love me ?

Some man will love you, because that's your nature.

I hope he loves you for what you are, not what he wants of you.

What did you want for yourself?

What I've got.

Billy, where is your nightshirt?

I don't know.

Then look for it!

Marie pulled my hair.

Oh, you two, get along.

We have a right to what we want.

Now then! What you up to?

Nothing.

Yes you are, you wicked lad. Up you get, plenty of room.

Why aren't they in bed?!

The children must live.

But I must live, too.

We all live together, lass.

My teacher's taking a party to the Lakes next weekend.

You're Uncle Henry's invited us to the hall on Saturday.

Anton'll be there.

I think not. I really must go with my school.

Your mother's right.

Men have fixed ideas of what a woman should be.

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