POLICEMAN. Spit? That’s like what my mother would have said. That was in Badgery, where I was born. When I was a boy at Badgery—(He stops short. She has reminded him of Badgery!)
CINDERELLA. What’s wrong?
POLICEMAN (heavily). How did you manage that about Badgery?
CINDERELLA. What?
POLICEMAN. Take care, prisoner.
(The word makes her shudder. He sits, prepared to take notes.)
Name?
CINDERELLA. Cinderella.
POLICEMAN. Take care, Thing. Occupation, if any?
CINDERELLA (with some pride). Tempary help.