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ANNA (Face hardening with resolve): You know… I liked it when my husband worked nights.

MIKLE (surprised): You didn’t mind being alone at night?

ANNA: I certainly wasn’t afraid.

MIKLE: Why so brave? The house creaks! Shadows at the windows!

ANNA: I had a love affair….

MIKLE (appraising glance at Anna): Oh…

ANNA: While my husband got ready for work, I went to bed. I had changed clothes but I was nicely dressed. I pulled the covers up to my chin and pretended to start to sleep.

MIKLE: Clothes on in bed? Why?

ANNA: I didn’t want to waste time… My husband only worked two nights a week. My boyfriend, Ted, and I were very much in love… Impatient.

MIKLE: And when your husband left?

ANNA: I hurried out to Ted. He parked outside, waiting for my husband to leave. We headed for his apartment…sometimes we didn’t manage to get to bed…on the floor… we…

MIKLE (now wide awake): On the floor fully clothed!

ANNA: Practically…and sometimes we would do it in the car.

MIKLE: In the front seat?

ANNA: No, not in the front, in the back.

MIKLE: Hard in the car?

ANNA: No… but on the floor is better!

MIKLE: And…..next?

ANNA: Oh! We straightened up….Ate dinner. Flowers….music, wine… candles…

MIKLE: Yes?

ANNA: And then (recalling) All night! I still think about that time. Hardly any sleep… I was very happy…my heart beats faster when ever I think about it.

MIKLE: Morning!. In the morning?

ANNA: We ate breakfast together. Coffee, the sun streaming in. Then he drove me right to the hospital…..

MIKLE: Suppose your husband had come home earlier from work?

ANNA: I would say that the head nurse had called me in early on an emergency… car didn’t start… took a taxi… It sometimes happens anyhow.

MIKLE: How long did this go on?

ANNA: About two years…

MIKLE (incredulously): And during those two years your husband never suspected?

ANNA: Mikle…I made…

Pause

It’s not important…

MIKLE: Why not important?

ANNA: I see you’re awake now!.

(Pause)

MIKLE: What time is it?

ANNA: Seven forty.

MIKLE: Hold on.

(Michael sits up straighter and steps on the gas)

ANNA (thrown back by the acceleration): Mikle! Mikle this is dangerous! I’ll get there on time. I don’t start till eight.

(Anna holding tight to the hand grab, is thrown from side to side as Michael negotiates some sharp curves)

ANNA: I’m afraid you’ll hit something…

MIKLE: Have to go faster…I’m afraid….

ANNA: That last light was red!

MIKLE: Huh huh…

ANNA (hanging on for dear life): Oh…oh I can’t!… Stop!

(Pause)

ANNA (continues) Mikle, I made it all up!… All…About husband…about affair… I have no husband…I’ve never been married.

MIKLE: Made up?

ANNA: Fantasies. They woke you!

MIKLE: Made up? Prove it!

ANNA: I was trying to keep you awake!… I’m sorry!

MIKLE: Made up?…Sorry!…

ANNA: I’ll swear on it… Just a good story.

MIKLE: Never sex on the floor and in the car?

ANNA: Never! Honest!

MIKLE: Hardly! You lied to your husband. You’re lying to me. Lies!

(Both are thrown back as the car accelerates more)

ANNA: Do I really look like a married woman? Look at me!

MIKLE (looking straight ahead): You really…don’t look…

ANNA: And what do I look like… in your opinion?

MIKLE: No one!

ANNA: That’s all?

MIKLE: Don’t know…maybe a prostitute…

ANNA (starts to whack Michael on the shoulder): You’re mean. Nasty! Stop! I want to get out!

MIKLE (jerking the wheel): Stop it! I hit the curb!

ANNA (opens the car window and shouts): Help! Police! Help!

MIKLE: Shut up! Shut the window!

ANNA: You asked me to wake you up…”Say something interesting”…

MIKLE (grimly): Best you had been quiet…

ANNA (car swerves, she shouts): If I had been quiet you would have had an accident… We both would be dead…

MIKLE: Be quiet!

ANNA: Why?

MIKLE: I need to concentrate… Why did you become this kind of woman?

ANNA: What kind of woman?

MIKLE: A liar! Maybe your husband was very kind to you? Did he give you a lot of freedom? Did he just talk with friends and not pay much attention to you?

ANNA: No husband, no boyfriend… Only my dreams…

MIKLE: I don’t care. I don’t believe you…

ANNA: If you don’t believe me you can ask at the hospital.

MIKLE (car slows): That’s my house. Yellow, on the right……

(Mikle’ turns his head and looks right for a bit)