[_Unconvincingly._] He's crazy. He's--crazy.
[_Silence,_ LAURA _leans against the table, as though she had
difficulty in breathing_, TIPPY _enters, apron on, egg beater in
hand._]
TIPPY. Hello. You back? [_Takes groceries._] What's up? [_No
answer._] Where's Ted? [_No answer._]
KEN. [_To_ LAURA.] What are you whimpering about? [_Seizes her by
the arms._] It's true. What he said was true, wasn't it? [_She
tries to speak, but cannot._] Who got my job for me? Who is paying
my salary? Answer me!
LAURA. Your father.
KEN. My father! How could he do such a thing?
LAURA. It was my idea. I--I told him to do it.
KEN. You. You did that to me.
LAURA. I wanted to help you.
KEN. It takes a woman to do a thing like that.
LAURA. I loved you.
KEN. It takes love.--That's what love is. [_He goes to door._]
That's what it does to a man. [_Pause. The room is deathly quiet._]
And when I was a boy I used to wonder why some of the world's
wisest men hung out with whores.
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ACT III
_Same. Several hours later, about 10 P. M._ TED _is sitting in a
corner with a book, but unable to concentrate. He is wretchedly
unhappy and jumpy._
LAURA _paces back and forth._
MARTIN _sits at a table with a pencil, sketching, evidently
using_ TED, _whose face is exposed to him in profile, as a model._
_There is an air of tense, long waiting.
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