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breakinglight11Immediately following yesterday’s #25 - “Dangerous and Unwell”, the next piece of the scene. This is a little bloated; this woman is running her mouth way too much and too personally in front of these strangers. Again, I’ve cut it before the last piece, which is more spoilery than I care to show right now. But right now I got to get through the challenge while finishing the important work.
Day #26 - “Something That Made it All Right”
From the Mrs. Hawking series
By Phoebe Roberts
London, England, 1890
VICTORIA HAWKING, lady’s champion of London, early fifties
NATHANIEL HAWKING, her nephew and right hand man, mid thirties
CLARA HAWKING, his lady wife, late thirties
MIRANDA BARRYMORE, Mrs. Frost’s gentlewoman daughter, late twenties
~~~
MIRANDA: And how did it come to be you? Were you her friend? Or… did she hurt you too?
MRS. HAWKING: I was her friend. And she did.
(Pause.)
MIRANDA: How long had she been this way?
MRS. HAWKING: A very long time. Far too long.
MIRANDA: I had no idea. All this time, I had no idea what my mother was.
CLARA: She hid it all very well, madam. You couldn’t have known.
MIRANDA: Of course not. She never wanted me to. Oh, good heavens…
(She begins to cry.)
NATHANIEL: Oh, madam. Are you all right?
MIRANDA: Please— please! I can hardly… I…
(She collects herself.)
MIRANDA: I wanted so badly for there to be… something about her, something I couldn’t see, that made it all right. That she put me aside, and could never… be my mother. But there’s nothing. There’s nothing at all. And it’s not all right.
(Pause.)
MIRANDA: Sometimes I look at my daughter. When she’s with her nursemaid. When she plays at our feet in the parlor. She’s only four years old, she could become anyone. If I have some hand in it… who will that be? When I’ve never seen—
(Pause.)
MIRANDA: Good heavens. What am I doing? Thank you for your time, sir and madams. I’ll trouble you for no more of it.
(She stands and hurries to go.)
MRS. HAWKING: Mrs. Barrymore. Wait.
(She stops.)
Day #26 - “Something That Made it All Right”
From the Mrs. Hawking series
By Phoebe Roberts
London, England, 1890
VICTORIA HAWKING, lady’s champion of London, early fifties
NATHANIEL HAWKING, her nephew and right hand man, mid thirties
CLARA HAWKING, his lady wife, late thirties
MIRANDA BARRYMORE, Mrs. Frost’s gentlewoman daughter, late twenties
~~~
MIRANDA: And how did it come to be you? Were you her friend? Or… did she hurt you too?
MRS. HAWKING: I was her friend. And she did.
(Pause.)
MIRANDA: How long had she been this way?
MRS. HAWKING: A very long time. Far too long.
MIRANDA: I had no idea. All this time, I had no idea what my mother was.
CLARA: She hid it all very well, madam. You couldn’t have known.
MIRANDA: Of course not. She never wanted me to. Oh, good heavens…
(She begins to cry.)
NATHANIEL: Oh, madam. Are you all right?
MIRANDA: Please— please! I can hardly… I…
(She collects herself.)
MIRANDA: I wanted so badly for there to be… something about her, something I couldn’t see, that made it all right. That she put me aside, and could never… be my mother. But there’s nothing. There’s nothing at all. And it’s not all right.
(Pause.)
MIRANDA: Sometimes I look at my daughter. When she’s with her nursemaid. When she plays at our feet in the parlor. She’s only four years old, she could become anyone. If I have some hand in it… who will that be? When I’ve never seen—
(Pause.)
MIRANDA: Good heavens. What am I doing? Thank you for your time, sir and madams. I’ll trouble you for no more of it.
(She stands and hurries to go.)
MRS. HAWKING: Mrs. Barrymore. Wait.
(She stops.)
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