(Jenny enters room)
Martha: There you are! Come look what I've got. Mr. Paul didn't want his afternoon tea so cook said I could have it, and there's enough for two. (Jenny stands and stares) What're you standing there for? (Jenny takes a hard sniff) You alright?
Jenny: (monotone, bland throughout) I must have a cold coming on.
Martha: Problem is I keep thinking about them but I don't know what to do.
Jenny: Thinking about who?
Martha: Mr. Smith and Matron. 'Cause it's never gonna last, he's gonna leave in a few weeks.
Martha: It's like his contract comes to an end, and she's going to be heartbroken.
Jenny: Leave for where?
Martha: All sorts of places. Oh I wish I could tell you Jenny, but it's complicated.
Jenny: In what way?
Martha: I just, can't.
Jenny: It sounds so intersting, tell me, tell me now.
(Martha grows suspicious - Jenny is still monotone, bland)
Martha: Would you like some tea?
Jenny: Yes thanks.
Martha: I could put a nice bit of gravy in the pot, and some mutton, or sardines and jam, how about that?
Jenny: I like the sound of that.
Martha: Right. Hold on a tick...
(Martha leaves building quietly and runs. Jenny realises too late, shoots out the window but misses)
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