BERTHA.
[Crumpling a handful of petals.] He kissed me.
RICHARD.
Your mouth?
BERTHA.
Once or twice.
RICHARD.
Long kisses?
BERTHA.
Fairly long. [Reflects.] Yes, the last time.
RICHARD.
[Rubs his hands slowly; then.] With his lips? Or... the other way?
BERTHA.
Yes, the last time.
RICHARD.
Did he ask you to kiss him?
BERTHA.
He did.
RICHARD.
Did you?