Low Level Panic (NHB Modern Plays)

She is screaming for everything: to be helped: to release her anger and her fear.

I don’t do silly things like that.

We’re all just things to fuck

Because that is how I feel

What are you doing looking at this stuff if it upsets you?

It was past saving anyway.

MARY comes back on. She stands in the doorway.

here’s a deckchair burning in the garden.

I want to be somewhere else at Christmas.

If you were really fat you wouldn’t be able to cross your legs, would you?