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ACT ONE
Scene One
The kitchen of KRISTINās cottage. Impressive, chaotic, eclectic ā like its owner. Full of interesting and beautiful objects. The space is dominated by a large dining table.
KRISTIN is standing on one side of the room, PETER and TRUDI are on the other side, by the door. They have just arrived. They have two bags with them ā an overnight travel bag and a large plastic one.
PETER. Mother.
KRISTIN. Sweetheart.
PETER. Weāre early.
KRISTIN. You are.
PETER. No traffic.
KRISTIN. Itās fine.
PETER. And Trudi wanted to see it before the sun went down.
KRISTIN. Did she?
TRUDI. The drive from London is so beautiful.
KRISTIN. As long as you donāt mind me in my dressing gown.
Pause. PETER and TRUDI put the bags down.
PETER. Mum, this is Trudi.
KRISTIN.Hello, Trudi, youāre American.
TRUDI. Iām from Minnesota.
KRISTIN. I donāt think Peter mentioned that.
PETER. Does it matter?
KRISTIN. Not in the least.
TRUDI. Iāve heard so much about you. And Iāve read your work.
KRISTIN. Itās just a little ironic, thatās all.
PETER. How is it ironic?
KRISTIN. Iām an American too, Trudi.
TRUDI. I know that.
KRISTIN. By birth, not choice. I left the US when I was twenty-two and have made my life in Europe. But America always has a way of tracking me down.
TRUDI. Iām not a drone missile, Mrs Miller.
KRISTIN. Of course youāre not, you look far too sweet. Call me Kristin.
Slight pause.
We have a bit of a crisis on our hands.
PETER. What kind of crisis?
KRISTIN. I need you to look at the oven, sweetheart.
PETER. The oven?
KRISTIN. It just doesnāt feel to me like itās getting hot enough.
PETER. Have you got something in there now?
KRISTIN. Chicken.
TRUDI. Okay.
PETER. I thought I told you Trudi was a vegetarian.
KRISTIN. Thereās potatoes. And vegetables, of course.
TRUDI. I love potatoes.
KRISTIN. But I canāt remember you telling me she was a vegetarian, or an American.
TRUDI. Really, Kristin, itās fine.
PETER opens the oven.
PETER. Itās not that hot.
KRISTIN. And Iāve put it on full.
PETER. What time is it?
TRUDI. Just turned six.
KRISTIN. I mean we wonāt be eating for at least another hour so maybe ā
PETER. It doesnāt feel that hot in there.
KRISTIN. Can you look at it?
PETER. Look at it?
KRISTIN. I mean check the electrics, that kind of thing. It might be a switch.
PETER. Itās not a switch and no, I canāt look at it. I mean I wouldnāt know where to start. You need an electrician.
KRISTIN. Tonight of all nights. I wanted everything to be ā
PETER. Whatās your contingency plan?
KRISTIN. Contingency plan?
PETER. I mean if it doesnāt get any hotter. Pasta, or something?
KRISTIN. The hobs seem to have gone as well. I tried them earlier. I was thinking I could poach it or something. As a last resort. Cut it up and fry it.
PETER. Fry the chicken?
KRISTIN. But the hobs seem to have gone as well. The whole damn thing.
PETER. So what do we do?
KRISTIN. I could drive it over to Phil and Louās. Borrow their oven.
PETER. Thatās twenty miles away.
KRISTIN. I know that.
PETER. You canāt be driving up and down the motorway with a chicken in the back seat.
KRISTIN. Or we could just have a cold meal. Iām sure I could be inventive. Forage for food in the cupboards, you know. Look for things.
PETER. Look for things?
KRISTIN (looking in the cupboard). T...