The Human Ear (NHB Modern Plays)

hold me and tell me it’ll be okay, but there’s no one there Frank, no one.

LUCY. Neither do I.
See? We already have a lot in common.
Pause.
Stay tonight at least.
You don’t have to move in, but I don’t want to be alone in the house, maybe that old woman was right, maybe I should get a dog, I hate being alone and it’s not the noises I hate, it’s not the creaking Frank, it’s the quiet, it’s the, like I’m buried underground, no sound, nothing, it’s suffocating, I can’t breathe and I just want my mum, I just want her

initiate something.
MAN. might wish I was.

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