GORDON
(takes kettle from stove, goes back to sink)
I hope Mother isn't feeling poorly. I noticed at supper—
LAURA
When hot meat is served, refined people usually call it dinner—
GORDON
(looks at her cautiously, and suddenly seems to realize that they are on the edge of an abyss)
Now, honey, you're tired. You go and rest, I'll finish up here.
LAURA
No, thank you. I like to see that everything gets cleaned up properly. Someone might come snooping out here, and then there'd be hints about my housekeeping. Of course, I'll admit I wasn't brought up to be a cook—