(RTE, 2009)
(extract)
GRAHAM: ‘It won’t be long,’ she tells me. ‘You’re falling to pieces.’
JACK: Who tells you?
GRAHAM: Irene, of course. The person formally known as my wife.
JACK: Graham, you did the right thing getting out of the house and calling to see me.
GRAHAM: ‘It’s come to this?’ I say to her.
JACK: It’s more than a scrap, right? You’d better give me some background.
GRAHAM: There was something not right about her breathing when she said it. She was wheezy. Like we were after a few ruts. I knew there was something more than the usual when I heard the wheeze.
JACK: Wait a minute – formally known as your wife? Are you telling me she’s walked?
GRAHAM: It won’t be long now. You’re falling to pieces. That’s a terrible thing to say to a person.
JACK: And you said?
GRAHAM: And I said…
JACK: You said what?
GRAHAM: I said…nothing.
JACK: Oh – very good. That’ll fix it. Sit down, you fool. So then what?
GRAHAM: Then, she gets out of bed.
JACK: Then?
GRAHAM: She leaves the flat.
JACK: Then?
GRAHAM: I play a tune on my guitar.
JACK: You played a tune on your guitar.
GRAHAM: Then I take my ankles in my mouth.