BEN
Maybe.
[He sits looking moodily into the fire. After a moment’s hesitation, Jane crosses and sits in the chair beside his, the evening shadows deepen around them but the glow from the fire lights their faces.
JANE
I’m lonesome to-night. We always made a lot of birthdays when I was a girl.
BEN
Some do.
JANE
Your mother didn’t. She found me once trying, the day I was fifteen. I remember how she laughed at me.
BEN