Charlotte . Why?
Doris . Well, that detective found a fella that’s something like him. The same first name, anyway. That shows they’re getting warm.
Charlotte . Somehow it doesn’t encourage me.
Uncertain steps on the stairs. Dada appears wearing a battered hat and carrying a book under his arm.
Doris . Hello, Dada. Where you going?
Dada [hearing vague words]. Hm.
Charlotte . He’s going down to the library.
Dada [in spirited disagreement]. No. You were wrong that time. I’m not going to the park. I’m going to the library.
Doris [sternly]. Where do you think your son is?
Dada . The ——?
Doris [louder]. Where do you think Jerry is, by this time?
Dada [to Charlotte]. Didn’t you tell me he was away?
Charlotte nods drearily.
Dada [placidly]. Hasn’t come back yet?
Doris . No. We’re ha
