CLARK:
(a touch embarrassed) Clark, Kimberly Clark, sir.
GENERAL
(incredulous)
Your parents named you after a paper company?
CLARK:
No, sir, I married into it,…
(emphatic)
… sir.
GENERAL:
(sheepish)
Oh, yes, of course, I’m sorry.
(a beat)
Truly. I lost a son in Iraq.
CLARK:
(tenderly)
I’m sorry, sir.
The general looks away, lost in thought.
CLARK:
Sir?
He snaps back.
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