JOHN stares at the pill in STEWART’s hand. He is about to take it when NANCY enters holding several pieces of broken glass. NANCY What’s going on? I heard something break. JOHN What is that? NANCY What? Oh, I’m not sure. I was going to ask you. NANCY sets the glass pieces on the table. JOHN gets closer to look at them. NANCY I found them in the back of the cupboard, wrapped in a towel. It’s some sort of broken glass? JOHN It’s Laura’s. Silence. JOHN It was a novelty glass from a bar in Mexico. She brought it home from our honeymoon. I told her not to buy it. It was overpriced. STEWART John… JOHN I broke it. It was an accident. It happened a couple of days before she died. I was trying to do something nice…Laura hates doing the dishes, but she always does. I was actually trying to be careful. It’s oddly shaped. Narrow at the bottom. I couldn’t get my hand in all the way while I was drying it, and I dropped it. She loved that stupid glass. Every time she drank out of it she smiled at me. I didn’t want her to know I’d broken it. I hid it. JOHN breaks down, falling to his knees. STEWART looks at the pill he still holds in his open palm, looking genuinely concerned for the first time. JOHN It hurts. Oh, Laura…it hurts.
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NANCY remains standing by the table, watching. Blackout.
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