Doesn’t one get piles when one’s pregnant? And buy a cot and . . . Oh help me with this, Mrs J. Is it in the right place?
(She puts the cushion back again.)
I want it to look right before I go shopping.
(helping her with the false pregnancy)
What you goin’ the shops for? I do the shopping.
Oh no, from now on I do the shopping. I want everyone to know about my baby.
(She suddenly reaches for the Bible).
Mrs J, we must make a, erm, a binding agreement.
(MRS LYONS shows the Bible to MRS JOHNSTONE, who is at first reluctant and then lays her hand on it.
The NARRATOR enters.
A bass note, repeated as a heartbeat.)
In the name of Jesus, the thing was done
Now there’s no going back, for anyone.
It’s too late now, for feeling torn
There’s a pact been sealed, there’s a deal been born.
(MRS LYONS puts the Bible away. MRS JOHNSTONE stands and stares as MRS LYONS, grabs shopping bags and takes a last satisfied glance at herself in the mirror.)
Why . . . why did we have to do that?
Mrs J, nobody must ever know. Therefore we have to have an agreement.
(MRS JOHNSTONE nods but is still uncomfortable.)