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CURTAINS

Setting:  A couple in their bedroom.

Characters:
Wife:  Innocent and simpering. Dressed to kill.
Husband: Severe. Soberly dressed.

Dialogue:

Husband:	What is that you are wearing my dear?
		It looks like your mother’s curtains I fear.

Wife:	The boutique was closed; a bit of a bind.
		So I had make do with what I could find.

Husband:	I suppose that’s what’s known as window dressing.

Wife:	Oh Darling, I find that pun quite depressing.

Husband:	Far more depressing for your dear Mama,
		When she finds out where her curtains are.

Wife:	Do you like the net curtains I’ve used as a veil?

Husband:	Well … you might have removed the curtain rail.
		I foresee a problem you’ve not catered for.
		With that in you’ll never get through the door.

Wife:	Oh yes. An oversight of mine
		That calls for a little re-design.

Husband:	That’s all very well, but I’m still quite appalled
                And insist the curtains are re-installed.

Wife:	I thought you would fancy me in these.
		(Seductively) You can open the curtains whenever you please.

Husband:	I walked past your mother’s bedroom tonight
		And saw her undressed; a ghastly sight.

Wife:	Oh … I see what you mean.
                That’s quite obscene

Husband:   If you didn't remove the track,
                 I think you'd better put them back

Epilogue	An open and shut case

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