Doris. Well, I should think you’d be encouraged.
Charlotte. Why?
Doris. Well, that detective found a fella that’s something like him. The same first name, anyway. That shows they’re getting warm.
Charlotte. Somehow it doesn’t encourage me.
Uncertain steps on the stairs. Dada appears wearing a battered hat and carrying a book under his arm.
Doris. Hello, Dada. Where you going?
Dada [hearing vague words]. Hm.
Charlotte. He’s going down to the library.
Dada [in spirited disagreement]. No. You were wrong that time. I’m not going to the park. I’m going to the library.
Doris [sternly]. Where do you think your son is?