MRS. FLEUR: (sniffling) Who are you? CLAIRE: It’s Mrs.. It’s Claire Spencer. From next door. Is everything--MRS. FLEUR: You’re the flower lady. CLAIRE: Um… Yes. MRS.FLEUR: I’ve seen you from the window. CLAIRE: Is everything all right? (she leans closer to the tiny crack. She sees a fleshy blur and what might be part of an eye. There’s no response, just breathing). Hello? MRS. FLEUR: I’m not... He’s so overpowering… and I can’t breathe…. CLAIRE: Who? your husband? MRS.FLEUR: I’m afraid. Oh god I’m so afraid… CLAIRE: What? What are you afraid of? MRS. FLEUR: I can’t, no no, I can’t… CLAIRE: Tell me please. Please. MRS. FLEUR: That one day I’ll just disappear.