Norma’s Scent by Yair Packer

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Mary comes out of the back door. Alan sees her. He stops hanging washing
     
      ALAN
      I don’t need your help Mrs. Shindler.
     
      MARY
      Need or Want ?
     
      ALAN
      Both. Go back. Please.
     
      MARY
      Why? I’m not in the way.
     
      ALAN
      I wish to be left alone. Do you mind ?
      (beat)
      It’s private.
     
      MARY
      There is nothing private about a backyard.
     
      ALAN
      Privacy got nothing to do with the place.
     
      Mary sits on one of the chairs. Alan looks at her and then begins to
      take down the shirts.
     
      MARY
      Leave them . Please
     
      ALAN
      Only if you go back.
     
      MARY
      Why?
     
      ALAN
      Told you. I want to be alone.
     
      MARY
      OK.
     
      Mary gets up and walks to the back door.She then stops and looks
      back.
     
      MARY (CONT’D)
      If you come across…
     
      ALAN
      I won’t.
     
      MARY
      You won’t what ?
     
      ALAN
      The blue shirt. I threw it away right after Norma went to the
      hospital.
     
      MARY
      You didn’t.
     
      ALAN
      I did. Didn’t like it a bit.
     
      MARY
      What was there not to like ? Just a simple everyday blue shirt with
      an white anchor stiched on the pocket.
      (beat)
      It was mine.
     
      ALAN
      Why would Norma wear one of your shirts Ms. Shindler ? 
 
      MARY
      Because she wanted to be the first one to wear it.
     
      ALAN
      Well it’s gone now.I’m sorry. 
      (beat)
      How much did you pay for it ?
     
      MARY
      It wasn’t for sale Mr. Kindrik.
      (beat)
      I don’t believe you threw it away. Maybe you will. Eventually. But
      not yet.
     
      ALAN
      Frankly I don’t care if you believe or not. It’s gone. 
      (beat)
      Anyway I don’t think it was yours.
     
      MARY
      It was.
     
      ALAN
      How much did you pay for it ? Fifty, Sixty dollars ?
     
      MARY (CONT’D)
      Told you it’s not for sale. Money got nothing to do with the shirt.
         
      Mary goes into the house. Alan continues to hang the rest of the
      clothes.  He finishes and takes out a bottle of coke and plastic cup.
      He sits by the table and pours Coke into the cup. Mary comes out with
      a paper in her hands.  She walks over to Alan. She waves the paper.
     
      MARY
      See?

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