A rainy night. A modern, glass-walled house in Bedford, New York. CONNIE (now 60, elegant but brittle) pours tea. EDWARD (65, silver-haired, calmer but watchful) stares at the fireplace.
Because my brother wasn’t the only one having an affair. Connie… you remember a man named Marc? From the city? Red hair, soft hands? unfaithful 2
You weren’t unfaithful just once. There was someone after my brother. Someone Edward still doesn’t know about. And that someone… is me. A rainy night