MOTHER is waiting for her. She sits with hands folded.)
YOUNG WOMAN
Mother. You do not embrace me.(The MOTHER rises and presses her daughter to her breast.)
MOTHER
(Stepping back)Your brother is out with the car.
YOUNG WOMAN
My husband is getting the luggage.(Pause)
My husband . . .
MOTHER
I know.YOUNG WOMAN
You will like him?MOTHER
I like his parents, so I will like him.YOUNG WOMAN
Are you happy for me?MOTHER
Are you happy?YOUNG WOMAN
I have never known such happiness.(The MOTHER looks into her daughter’s eyes.)
MOTHER
Then perhaps things are not as they were. Your father . . .YOUNG WOMAN
What about him?MOTHER
He was a father to you. And this man . . . your husband . . .?YOUNG WOMAN
He is . . . to me . . . MOTHER
Good for you, dear.(The MOTHER embraces her daughter, more casually this time.)
YOUNG WOMAN
He is coming.MOTHER
I will meet you at the car.(She leaves quickly. Sounds of feet on tile as strangers pass by.)
THE END.
