resentment mounting: But how could you say such a thing! Itâs an outrage, Gellburg!
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Gellburg takes a step to leave and goes to his knees, clutching his chest, trying to breathe, his face reddening.
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CASE: What is it? Gellburg? He springs up and goes to the periphery. Call an ambulance! Hurry, for Godâs sake! He rushes out, shouting: Quick, get a doctor! Itâs Gellburg! Gellburg has collapsed!
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Gellburg remains on his hands and knees trying to keep from falling over, gasping.
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Blackout.
SCENE FOUR
Sylvia in wheelchair, Margaret and Harriet seated on either side of her. Sylvia is sipping a cup of cocoa.
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HARRIET: Heâs really amazing, after such an attack.
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MARGARET: The heart is a muscle; muscles can recover sometimes.
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HARRIET: I still canât understand how they let him out of the hospital so soon.
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MARGARET: He has a will of iron. But it may be just as well for him here.
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SYLVIA: He wants to die here.
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MARGARET: No one can know, he can live a long time.
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SYLVIA, handing her the cup: Thanks. I havenât drunk cocoa in years.
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MARGARET: I find it soothes the nerves.
SYLVIA, with a slight ironical edge: He wants to be here so we can have a talk, thatâs what it is. Shakes her head. How stupid it all is; you keep putting everything off like youâre going to live a thousand years. But weâre like those little flies-born in the morning, fly around for a day till it gets dark-and bye-bye.
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HARRIET: Well, it takes time to learn things.
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SYLVIA: Thereâs nothing I know now that I didnât know twenty years ago. I just didnât say it. Grasping the chair wheels. Help me! I want to go to him.
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MARGARET: Wait till Harry says itâs all right.
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HARRIET: Sylvia, please-let the doctor decide.
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MARGARET: I hope youâre not blaming yourself.
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HARRIET: It could happen to anybodyâ To Margaret. Our father, for instance-laid down for his nap one afternoon and never woke up. To Sylvia. Remember?
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SYLVIA, a wan smile, nods: He was the same way all his life ânever wanted to trouble anybody.
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HARRIET: And just the day before he went and bought a new bathing suit. And an amber holder for his cigar. To Sylvia âSheâs right, you mustnât start blaming yourself.
SYLVIA, a shrug: Whatâs the difference? Sighs tiredly-stares. Basically to Margaret. The trouble, you see-was that Phillip always thought he was supposed to be the Rock of Gibraltar. Like nothing could ever bother him. Supposedly. But I knew a couple of months after we got married that he ... he was making it all up. In fact, I thought I was stronger than him. But what can you do? You swallow it and make believe youâre weaker. And after a while you canât find a true word to put in your mouth. And now I end up useless to him... starting to weep, just when he needs me!
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HARRIET, distressed, stands: Iâm making a gorgeous pot roast, can I bring some over?
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SYLVIA: Thanks, Floraâs going to cook something.
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HARRIET: Iâll call you later, try to rest. Moves to leave, halts, unable to hold back. I refuse to believe that youâre blaming yourself for this. How can people start saying what they know?âthere wouldnât be two marriages left in Brooklyn! Nearly overcome. Itâs ridiculous!âyouâre the best wife he could have had!âbetter! She hurries out. Pause.
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MARGARET: I worked in the pediatric ward for a couple of years. And sometimes weâd have thirty or forty babies in there at the same time. A day or two old and theyâve already got a personality; this one lays there, stiff as a mummy ... mimes a mummy, hands closed in fists, a regular banker. The next one is throwing himself all over the place ... wildly flinging her arms, happy as a young horse. The next one is Miss Dreary, already worried about her hemline