Say, listen, dearie. What else is the
matter with you anyway?
LAURA. Nothing.
ELFIE. Yes, there is. What happened between you and Brockton?
[_Notices faded flowers in vase on table; takes them out, tosses them
into fireplace, replaces them with gardenias which she wears_.] He's
not broke, because I saw him the other day.
LAURA. Where?
ELFIE. In the park. Asked me out to luncheon, but I couldn't go. You
know, dearie, I've got to be so careful. Jerry's so awful jealous--the
old fool.
LAURA. Do you see much of Jerry nowadays, Elfie?
ELFIE. Not any more than I can help and be nice. He gets on my nerves.
Of course, I've heard about your quitting Brockton.
LAURA. Then why do you ask?
[_Crosses around chair right of table; stands_.
ELFIE. Just wanted to hear from your own dear lips what the trouble
was. Now tell me all about it. Can I smoke here?
[_Takes cigarette-case up, opens it, selecting cigarette_.
LAURA. Surely. [_Gets matches off bureau, puts them on table_.
ELFIE. Have one? [_Offers case_.
LAURA. No, thank you.
[_Sits in chair right of table, facing_ ELFIE.
ELFIE. H'm-m, h'm-m, hah! [_Lights cigarette_.] Now go ahead. Tell me
all the scandal. I'm just crazy to know.
LAURA. There's nothing to tell. I haven't been able to find work, that
is all, and I'm short of money. You can't live in hotels, you know,
with cabs and all that sort of thing, when you're not working.
ELFIE.
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