Written by Joe Janes
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(Lights up on Ernest and Wanda at the breakfast table. Wanda sits in a bathrobe, slumped over a cup of coffee and a newspaper. Ernest sits next to her, also in a bathrobe, smiling brightly.)
How did you sleep last night?
Like a baby!
(Wanda sniffs the air. Smells something foul. Looks at Ernest who nods, still smiling. Wanda shakes her head in disgust. Lights fade.)