STEP-DAUGHTER: (She is seated in an armchair, still elegantly dressed in mourning. Her arms are crossed, and she occasionally raps her fingers on her arm, and her look is sour. At times she sighs, rolls her eyes, and changes her position.
(She is, essentially, bored.)
Typist: She hasn't done anything for a while, so now she's bored. And I
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