(Two dandies hurry through winding alleys.)
MAUVE
You have to see her. She’s a sight.HALLWARD
Apparently.MAUVE
You think I’m mad. This way, Hallward. This way.HALLWARD
But, Mauve? After all these years: why her?MAUVE
You don't know my Susan. Her trajectory is . . . unlike another.HALLWARD
For your sake, I hope.MAUVE
Brace yourself.(Lights come up on a turntable. SUSAN sits in the middle of it. Her dress is
conservative, tasteful, lovely. But she cannot hold it together. She goes round
and round.)
SUSAN
Diabolicum, joram, garlicum . . . (She vomits profusely.)
MAUVE
’See what I mean?HALLWARD
Madam, I congratulate you on winning my friend.(SUSAN goes round and round.)
THE END
