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ACT III, Scene III
LET’S DO LUNCH
Try as she might, Dorothy couldn’t get the ringing out of her ear.
Her eyes opened, and she realized she was in her bed at home and the
phone was ringing.
“Hello,” she said sleepily, opening her eyes slightly to see the
clock radio.
“Who is this? Dave? It’s eight o’clock in the morning, Dave. And
it’s Sunday,” she recalled falling back on her pillows, the phone next
to her ear. “What’s going on?
“Yes, you woke me up,” she groaned. “I was out last night. I
didn’t get in until 2 A.M.
“Of course, I’m alone,” she said, absentmindedly. “Jeez, Dave.
Mind your own business.
“What?” she asked, not understanding what Dave was saying.
“Can’t this wait until tomorrow?”