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LIZA
There, there. I'm going to smash it, I am.
These mascots! One's better without 'em.
Your luck'll turn, never fear. And you've a
nice supper coming.
[She puts it in a corner of the
mantelpiece and hammers it. It smashes.
The photographs of the four children
change slightly. The Colonel gives place
to Aunt Martha. The green sofa turns red.
JOHN's clothes become neat and tidy. The
hammer in LIZA's hand turns to a feather
duster. Nothing else changes.]
A VOICE [off, in agony]
Allah! Allah ! Allah!
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