Public
[remembering] September 8th.
Private
By God Lizzy was in right talking form that day –
Public
‘You are invited to attend the wedding of Miss Kathleen Doogan of Gortmore House–‘
Private
[snaps] Shut up, O’Donnell! You’ve got to quit this moody drivelling! [Coaxing.] They arrived in the afternoon; remember? A beautiful quiet harvest day, the sun shining, not a breath of wind; and you were on your best behaviour. And Madge – remember? Madge was as huffy as hell with the carry-on of them, and you couldn’t take your eyes off Aunt Lizzy, your mother’s sister – so this was your mother’s sister – remember?
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Lizzy
[trying to control herself] That was always the kind of us Gallagher girls, wasn’t it … either laughing or crying … you know, sorta silly and impetuous, shooting our big mouths off, talking too much, not like the O’Donnells – you know – kinda cold –
Con
Your gloves, honey. It’s been a heavy day.
Lizzy
[to Public, with uncertain dignity] Tell your father that we regret we did not have the opportunity for to make his acquaintance again after all these -
Public
[impetuously] I want to go to America – if you’ll have me -
Con
Sure. You think about it, son. You think about it.
Public
Now – as soon as I can, Aunt Lizzy – I mean it –
Act Three