Conversations during a lazy summer afternoon.

A. I’m frightened now. But I know you will be with me. I get very low.
T. It’s understandable.
A. You think so? (pleased) That’s a nice thing to say. (knocks over a glass) It’s not juice I want, it’s love. Come back.
T. I’m here.
A. The real you. You were a lovely man. Not now. (goes to front door) There’s a man here, who’s trying to make …. who did something awful – and the other person hadn’t done anything.
t. I thought you might have a drink with me.
A. After you have been so horrible to me, I’m afraid I can’t. How can you do this? After all the things I did for you.