“Al, I don’t smoke,” says Millie.
“Oh, sorry,” says Al.
“It’s all right, darling,” says Millie.
“Frightening,” says Al, lighting up his cigarette.
“What is?” asks Millie.
“Youth!” says Al.
“Didn’t you run across any young people in the Army?” asks Millie.
“No,” says Al. “They’re all old men, like me.”
“Yes,” says Millie. “It’s terrible to be old, isn’t it?” Millie looks at Al. “Why don’t you sit down and relax?”
“I’m perfectly relaxed, standing up,” replies Al. “Is there such a thing as a drink in this house?”
“I’ll see,” says Millie, standing up. She walks to the kitchen. Al sits down in his chair, dejected.
Millie walks into the kitchen. Peggy is looking in the ice box. “We haven’t got enough bacon for Dad’s breakfast,” says Peggy. “I’ll have to go out first thing in the morning and try and get some.”
“Is this all the liquor we have left?” asks Peggy, swirling a mostly-empty bottle of Scotch.