you have hatched...
A hairdressing salon. Three women sit under driers, reading magazines.
One observes that the boy from number 4, Phelim, has run away.
Another observes that his sister has gone away with work, and him only fourteen, it's hardly surprising.
The Other observes that the sister threw their father out not so long ago. Said he was mad, and threw him out.
One observes that the boy is being followed.
Another observes that everyone is followed around this estate.
The Other observes that the follower is the man who won't come down.
One observes that Phelim's family name is Green. There is a pause.
Another observes that he has no girl.
The Other observes that he has no horse.
One observes that, nonetheless, something should be done about that boy.
Another observes that she's quite right. Something should be done.
The Other observes that they'd best get started, then.
One observes that the May Day celebrations committee could probably do with a hand remembering the way things were done in the Old Days. She might volunteer.
Another observes that a big black dog has been seen on the estate recently. And that could be very dangerous for a young man living all by himself.
The Other says that she really must pay a visit to the laundrette.
