JONATHAN
Yes, I know.
[There is a moment of the tenderest, most understanding silence. He turns away.
Susan starts to reach in her bag, she even takes her purse out; but she replaces it unopened, and instead of bestowing alms, she takes a flower from her hair and presses it in Jonathan's hands.
He looks at her with years of pent-up gratitude loosed from his heart.
Silently, she turns away and goes into the house. Jonathan, left alone, turns so that his hump once more shows in the most distorted shadow. He lifts the flower and for a single moment, its shadow rises above the shadow of the hump, a tiny cross on his little Calvary. Then he lays the flower against his cheek and sits upon the log near Hank.
HANK (looking up stupidly)
What you got?
JONATHAN (hiding the flower)