The two ladies are sitting alone in the small room.
The room has three sofas, an armchair and coffee table with magazines. The two women are apparently sisters. One is reading a magazine, while the other is playing with her mobile phone. They are both intermittently discussing Harry, who could be their brother. He could also be either missing, dead or non-existent, and is often the subject of their conversations.
Magazine – “I’m worried about Harry.”
Phone – “No need.”
Magazine – “That’s easy for you to say. I think he’s in trouble.”
Phone – “Trouble? What sort of trouble?”
Magazine – “Well, I’m not sure, but we haven’t heard from him for ages.”
Phone – “Of course we haven’t. Don’t expect to either.”
Magazine – “What makes you say that?”
Phone – “He could be dead.”
Magazine – “Oh! What a dreadful thing to say about your own brother.”
Phone – “He’s not my brother. Don’t be silly. I don’t know where you get such ideas. Are you still taking your pills?”
Magazine – “Pills? What pills? I don’t take pills. You really worry me sometimes. ”
Phone – “Anyway, this cousin, or whatever he is, I think he was very ill at one point. He may be dead, you know. Didn’t he get into trouble with the police?”
Magazine – “Police? No. Not Harry. He was very religious; always helping out at the local church, he was. Oh! No. Very devout.”
Phone – “Devout? What are you talking about? He went to prison for something or other. It was in all the papers. Murder, I think. Not sure; but it was pretty dreadful.”
Magazine – “Whatever are you talking about? Harry would never get mixed up with anything like that!”
Phone – “Well, it’s all rather academic, if he’s dead.”
Magazine – “He’s not dead!”
Phone – “I didn’t say he was. I said he might be.”
Magazine – “Prison… I don’t know how you could dream something like that up, I really don’t. Every Sunday morning he was in there helping the vicar, arranging flowers and…”
Phone – “Flowers! That was it! He was robbing a florist shop. I remember it now. The owner wouldn’t hand over the takings, so Harry shot him. Hell of a stink there was, because of him being a regular churchgoer.”
Magazine – “There you are then. I said Harry was religious!”
Phone – “No not Harry, the man he shot! Honestly, you do…”
Magazine – “Don’t you dare say any more nasty things about Harry. I’m worried about him.”
There was a loud clapping as Matron came in singing, “Medication time, ladies!”
