Yes, my dear.
Penelope.
Why?
Golightly.
You’re preparing for Dickie once more an uninterrupted diet of strawberry ices.
[Penelope goes up to her father and sits down opposite to him. She takes the pencil out of his hand.
Penelope.
Put that down, father, and tell me what you’re talking about.
Golightly.
[Joining his hands and leaning back in his chair.] How are you going to keep your husband’s love now you have got it back?