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HARRIET:
Doesn’t every mistress?
[Harry and Harriet are silent for a moment]
So, what’s your story? Why are you here, contemplating...this?
[Harriet gestures to encompass the void in front of them. She rolls her heel, totters and almost falls over the edge. Harry grabs her and drags her back to safety. She falls against him, holding onto him tightly. They could be two lovers in an embrace as they stare into each other’s eyes. Harriet hastily breaks eye contact]
Thanks!
[An awkward moment. They avoid each other. Harry considers Harriet’s question]
HARRY:
I’m having a crisis of faith.
HARRIET:
Oh? I guess that must be quite hard. Believing in one thing one day and then...nothing the next.
[Harry nods his head]
I’m an atheist myself. I don’t believe in anything. Not even...
HARRY:
What?
HARRIET:
[hesitating] Love.