MARLENE sits wrapped in a blanket and has another drink.
ANGIE comes in.
ANGIE. Mum?
MARLENE. Angie? What's the matter?
ANGIE. Mum?
MARLENE. No, she's gone to bed. It's Aunty Marlene.
ANGIE. Frightening.
MARLENE. Did you have a bad dream? What happened in it? Well you're awake now, aren't you pet?
ANGIE. Frightening.
-caryl churchill's top girls
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