Music: Death in the Afternoon

Time: the present, a winter Sunday afternoon. Place: the living room of Tracy and Laura Gates, somewhere in Suburbia.

Laura: It's snowing again. [Tracy gets up and begins mixing himself a drink.] Already?

Tracy: Already . . . already what?

Laura: Last Sunday you began at 4 o'clock; today you begin at 3:45 . . .

Tracy: Let's not forget your old man!

Laura: Not my old man, my father! He was a fine person too . . . well known in his profession . . .

Tracy: Well known as a West Hartford lush, you mean ....

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