ALLIE MAYO: He's _not?_ (_slowly understands_) Oh.
(_The woman in the door is crying. Suddenly picks up her coat which has
fallen to the floor and steps outside._)
ALLIE MAYO: (_almost failing to do it_) Wait.
MRS PATRICK: Wait? Don't you think you've said enough? They told me you
didn't say an unnecessary word!
ALLIE MAYO: I don't.
MRS PATRICK: And you can see, I should think, that you've bungled into
things you know nothing about!
(_As she speaks, and crying under her breath, she pushes the sand by the
door down on the half buried grass--though not as if knowing what she is
doing._)
ALLIE MAYO: (_slowly_) When you keep still for twenty years you
know--things you didn't know you knew. I know why you're doing that.
(_she looks up at her, startled_) Don't bury the only thing that will
grow. Let it grow.
(_The woman outside still crying under her breath turns abruptly and
starts toward the line where dunes and woods meet._)
ALLIE MAYO: I know where you're going! (MRS PATRICK _turns but not as if
she wants to_) What you'll try to do. Over there. (_pointing to the line
of woods_) Bury it. The life in you. Bury it--watching the sand bury the
woods. But I'll tell you something! _They_ fight too.
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