Scene 1
As did Helen:
‘But she laughs at me! They ALL (put emphasis on the word all) laugh at me. They think, "Foolish man – boy, even – what will he do with himself?" They think, "Is he so easily satisfied? Does he go to bed with a contented heart and mind?" He doesn’t! I don’t! I toss and I turn with it. I rack my brains with ideas, ideas of how I [s]might[/s] (this might just be me, but the word 'might' seems a little out of place. What about 'can'?) please your family.’
‘Oh, like (put emphasis on this word) ? Yes they like me well enough. As they like a clown, their fool to be petted. I am liked till the cows come home, but so what? I am not respected. I am not valued. I am the prized idiot.’
‘What do you want, Tic? To be revered?’
‘Stop calling me that! [s]I[/s] I've always hated it. [s]I[/s] I've never wanted to be anything but James. I only let you call me [s]by it[/s] that for I feared to displease you otherwise.’ His voice [s]became[/s] (leave this word out) hardened.
Children are cruel – ruthless, insensitive, naïve [s]as well[/s] (the 'as well' ruins the lovely pace you've got rolling).
The room was in a holy state of quiet, the rest of the world and the other people, outside the room and closed door, were for the while non-existent, or so it seemed: Laura heard nothing save May's irrepressible sobs, like involuntary spasms, and saw nothing but May's shaking frame against the wall.
That was all she got, [s]and the sight of[/s] and then her daughter [s]pacing[/s] paced forwards, [s]then[/s] to the side, and finally [s]despairingly collapsing[/s] collapsed in despair onto the sofa. It was alarming, sporadic; but in a world of dramatics, Laura did not even blink.
The carpet on which she knelt [s]was[/s], like most things of the house, was of a gaudy, pretentious pattern; [s]and[/s] colours once vivid, but [s]had[/s] grown faded with age.
She told herself, ----> [ i ]one day I will have it torn up.[/ i ]
but she turned her face from her mother's [s]constant[/s] strokes
Now she lay pressed against the sofa's back, smelling old musky scents, slowly ceasing to cry, and instead the sniffs and snuffles broke out.
Her mother[s]'s voice[/s] said
Why else would you come here, to the library[s],[/s] where you know I often am, and cause such a scene?
You were always quite different to us, us shy and retiring types - and then whoosh, off you went; off you flew, to London.
'I'm not cold. I'll just have no nonsense. You are so [s]self-important[/s], do you know that?'
'Because you kept a distance, forgot or shut us out like poor relations, and coming back, treated us with the kid-gloves. You came here in the mindset that you were better than us, no doubt about it. You came here with your journalistic sneer and you haven't lost it all the while.
She said, "May is changed."
'The sniffs and snuffles were replaced with an anguished wail. ‘You have always disliked me, Mother. I don’t know if it’s envy or…’
‘Don’t be pompous, then! [s]Don’t be self-important.’[/s]
And here – here you slander me again.
She looked down, at nothing in particular, and stood, dizzily, as if energy had escaped with her tears. Past Laura she stepped, and to an empty space, feeling that she really ought to sit down but stubbornness was a key part of her.
Curtly, the answer was ‘Would it make any difference if I was?’
She couldn’t help it. A titter left Laura’s mouth.
‘Why were you in such a state?’
‘I suppose you wouldn’t believe me if I said [s]it[/s] nothing really?’
Come on, we’ve had the [s]theatricals[/s] theactrics now.
‘[s]Honestly[/s]? Where’s the fun in honesty?’
‘Likewise, where’s the point in [s]lies[/s]?’
and told herself that next time trousers would be more appropriate
Again woozy in the amber light of the hanging lamp, she stepped towards May, not hesitating to fold her into [s]maternal[/s] (LAURA is the mother, not May! Therefore May's arms CANNOT be maternal.) arms.
‘Tic?’ Laura couldn’t help but smile, [s]which she overcame quickly[/s]. ‘What about Tic?’
‘There’s no point in eluding the truth. I’ve rather fallen for him.’
With sincere interest, Laura asked, ‘You mean, in love?’
‘Well,’ remarked Laura, looking dazed for a moment.
It was bald, bold, brash.
Yes, I know. Oh God. [s]Fuck[/s].
Tic, who was a peculiar child always – you would have found him charismatic and witty?
‘If you think that, you don’t know your sister. Now, answer me; what are you going to do about Philip?’
.... wait, hang on. THAT WAS THE LAST QUOTE! WOOOOOOOO!!
His voice became hardened.
I only let you call me by it for I feared to displease you otherwise.
'She had been a snob. I did nothing.'
'A snob! She had been Hattie, that it all.'
‘How about you stop playing with my head?’
May sighed and said, ‘Can you get up from the carpet? For decency’s sake.’
‘Yes, I know. Oh God. Fuck. That’s why I feel so messed up. Aside from the small matter that this is Tic we’re talking about – my good friend, but not boyfriend material.’
What exactly ARE kid-gloves? *laughs*)
What time period is?