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W: Harry!
H: And a merry Christmas to you, too, sweetheart. You’re drunk, aren’t you?
W: No, Harry, I’m stone-cold sober.
H: You don’t sound stone-cold sober. You’re slurring.
W: I am not. And do shut up and answer the question.
H: Which was… sorry… what? Am I in on something?
W: On Todd getting married. And his mum not being trusted with a free bar.
H: Oh, that.
W: Yes! That!
H: So you know about that now, do you?
W: Clearly.
H: Did he call you, then? I didn’t know he?—
W: No, he did not! I had to find out from his sister at the bloody airport, Haz! He didn’t even have the balls to tell me himself. Nor did you, for that matter. Like father, like son and all that.
H: Oh.
W: Oh? Is that all you’ve got to say?
H: Well, I can’t say I blame him. I mean, can you hear yourself?
W: Harry, this is not OK.
H: Which bit?
W: Well, any of it. I mean, Jesus, Harry!
H: Look, I can’t really talk to you when you’re like this, Wen.
W: You can’t be OK with this. Tell me you’re not OK with this.
H: The wedding, you mean, or…?
W: Yes, the wedding! He’s twenty-one. He’s a child.
H: Actually, twenty-one makes him what people like to call an adult.
W: He’s twenty-one! Do you remember what it was like being twenty-one?
H: I do, actually. And it was a damned sight more fun than being nearly fifty. But, listen,Todd’s an adult and?—
W: So you’re all agreed, then? That’s it? Christ, I’m speechless!
H: You don’tsoundparticularly speechless. Speechless might be an improvement.
W: Don’t get cute with me, Harry. This isn’t funny.
H: Hey, who’s laughing? Can you hear me laughing? Well, can you?
