Tracey              She would never have to eat cabbage

Jane                 I didn’t think she believed in rebellion.

Tracey              Or string beans. I hate string beans.

Light change

Jane                 Sounds as if it might be quietening down out there now.

Tracey              Yes. Maybe I could ring for a taxi, if the roads are clear now.

Jane                 Maybe

Beat

Tracey              I wouldn’t worry too much about Mike. It’s obvious to a blind man that he loves you very much, Jane.

Jane                 Is it?

Tracey              Of course it is, he can’t take his eyes off you.

Jane                 Can’t he?

Tracey              I mean look at him on your birthday, if he didn’t love you he wouldn’t go to that much effort. All your dad ever got me was a box of matchmakers, same every year, never had the heart to tell him I didn’t like the mint.

Jane                 Don’t you?

Tracey              No, my favourite is orange.

Jane                 Why didn’t you just tell him?

Tracey              Don’t be silly, I couldn’t just tell him, he could have turned up with a jar of pickled eggs, and I wouldn’t have told him.

Jane                 But why not?

Tracey              Because I loved him.

Beat

Tracey              Shall we have another drink? It’s almost time for Corrie.

Jane                 I’ll put the kettle on, and I’ll go and find those socks.

Tracey              Lovely. Sounds like it’s calming down out there, at last, I hope the old girl’s alright, fear has a strange effect on that dog, and I haven’t finished paying for that suite yet.

Lights down. End of Act 1.