Molly Gunn:
I'm so sorry, Mrs Schleine.
Roma Schleine:
Thank you for coming, Miss Gunn.
Molly Gunn:
Are you kidding? Nothing could keep me away at a time like this.
Roma Schleine:
[
she places a check in front of Molly] Last week's pay and a month's severance.
Molly Gunn:
Severance?
Roma Schleine:
We're letting you go.
Molly Gunn:
We?
Roma Schleine:
That's right. Me and Ray. We. Goodnight, Miss Gunn.
Molly Gunn:
I'm sorry, but I'm not leaving without an explanation.
Roma Schleine:
I don't know what's been going on between you and my daughter, but she has made it clear that she never wants to see you again.
Molly Gunn:
She must be going out of her mind with grief.
Roma Schleine:
Actually, she's taking it rather well. I was at my staff meeting when I got the news about my husband. I came home to find Ray doing her homework. She's been very calm and level-headed about this whole affair.
Molly Gunn:
You call that taking it well? Do you know what etage your daughter's at in ballet? Or that she was banned from her science class for stealing a formaldehyde pig so she could give it a proper burial? The tea set you got her... it's exquisite and beautiful, but do you know how she likes to have her tea, how many lumps... one,two... cream,sugar?
Roma Schleine:
And the point of your little tirade is...
Molly Gunn:
You're right. You don't know what goes on between me and Ray because you don't know very much about your own daughter.
Roma Schleine:
I know my daughter well enough to respect her wishes.
Molly Gunn:
You don't give her respect. You give her whatever she asks for so you don't have to deal wit her. She's eight years old. She is not twenty-eight. Please remember that the next time you show her some respect.
[
storms out]
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