MRS LYONS: Hello, Mrs J. How are you? (There is no reply) (Registering the silence) Mrs J. Anything wrong? MRS JOHNSTONE: I had it all worked out. MRS LYONS: What’s the matter? MRS JOHNSTONE: We were just getting straight. MRS LYONS: Why don’t you sit down.
MRS JOHNSTONE: With one more baby we could have managed. But not with two. The welfare have already been on to me. They say I’m incapable of controllin’ the kids I’ve already got. They say I should put some of them into care. But I won’t. I love the bones of every one of them. I’ll even love these two when they come along. But like they say at the welfare, kids can’t live on love alone.
MRS LYONS: Twins? You’re expecting twins? The Narrator enters.
NARRATOR: How quickly an idea, planted, can Take root and grow into a plan. The thought conceived in this very room Grew as surely as a seed, in a mother’s womb.
The Narrator exits. MRS LYONS: (almost inaudibly) Give one to me. MRS JOHNSTONE: What?
