Act 2 Scene 1

Narcissa and Andrew are sitting on bar chairs. Narcissa has a drink in her hand.

Andrew: At your husband's funeral, why were you crying?

Narcissa: I didn't remember the man to whom I was married to, but the man with whom I was in love with. But I didn't realise he had died a long time ago, so the mourning now was to make up for the tears I should have shed then.

Andrew: Tears should not be shed for an alcoholic.

Narcissa: Don't talk about him like that. Although, I haven't told you what we should be talking about now.

Andrew: And should we be talking about now?

Narcissa: I want to end whatever we have that goes beyond the limitations of acquaintances. I have been stupid, and I trust you will say the same of yourself.

Andrew: And what if I don't?

Narcissa: Then you are not only stupid, but also reckless. I don't want to see you any more.

Narcissa walks out of the door.

Andrew: I will make you come to this bar every night, just as you did when your husband was still a drunkard.

Act 2 Scene 2

Nacissa gets home to find a barrel of gin at her doorstep. She reads a note that came along with it.

Narcissa: A token of appreciation. Your friend, Andrew.

Narcissa takes a wine glass from the cabinet, and fills it to the brim before drinking it in one gulp. She reaches to wash the glass, but instead fills it up again. The spotlight shines on the old woman again.

Old woman: And she drank another glass of wine, and then another. And soon, she was as drunk as her husband. And where there is a alchoholic, there is alchohol. And there was only one bar in the town. She did come to the bar every night.

Act 2 Scene 3

A grocery shop, where a gentlewoman, cook, and seamstress are shopping. The greengrocer is behind the counter. They all watch as Narcissa limps with a bag of her own goods.

Gentlewoman: Whispers Poor dear, I see her at the bar so often.

Greengrocer: Every day

Cook: Without fail

Seamstress: Well her husband was at the bar every night as well. Drunk himself to death he did. She's just there because he was.

Gentlewoman: Still, it is not proper. Particularly for a woman.

Seamstress: Not proper, nor acceptable, I daresay. How much for these, Albert?

Greengrocer: A pound, give me two and you can have the lot. The shop's about to close anyway.