Gymnasium Steam Room. Steely, no-shit looking mother, late 30s enters with blank but friendly young daughter, mid-teens.
Daughter: gaw, it smells in yur doesnit?
Mum: yeh, they put summink on the thing down there.
They settle and breathe, enjoying the fumes, although Mum retains a general look of disapproval at the world.
Daughter: Stef Jones just got back from Jamaica, she has. Lovely tan.
Mum: What’s her Mum’s name?
Daughter: Can’t remember. Young mum. Works in the bank, I think.
Pause.
Mum (having thought hard): Claire!
Daughter: That’s it!
Mum: I noes her. Natwest. On the counter.
Mum’s disapproving face stronger than ever.
Mum: who’d she go to Jamaica with then?
Daughter: boyfriend and his family.
Mum: Ah right.
Mum smoulders, steams.
Daughter: gaw, it smells in yur doesnit?
Mum: yeh, they put summink on the thing down there.
They settle and breathe, enjoying the fumes, although Mum retains a general look of disapproval at the world.
Daughter: Stef Jones just got back from Jamaica, she has. Lovely tan.
Mum: What’s her Mum’s name?
Daughter: Can’t remember. Young mum. Works in the bank, I think.
Pause.
Mum (having thought hard): Claire!
Daughter: That’s it!
Mum: I noes her. Natwest. On the counter.
Mum’s disapproving face stronger than ever.
Mum: who’d she go to Jamaica with then?
Daughter: boyfriend and his family.
Mum: Ah right.
Mum smoulders, steams.
