That same night at the Abott residence. Kate places her handbag on the bedroom dressing table then leans in to kiss her husband on the cheek.
GREGORY: (Recoils) Don’t.
KATE: (Slightly confused) Don’t? Don’t what?
GREGORY: (Stares at his new Carvelas in deep thought)
KATE: (With a smile and a twinkle in her eye) Ahhh … I know what you need. (Flirtatiously biting her bottom lip she tries to unzip his trousers.)
GREGORY: (Violently pushing her hand away from his crotch) You are so tone deaf it’s unbelievable.
KATE: (Irritated) Since when don’t you want sex?
GREGORY: (Rigid with anger) You dress and treat me like a damn puppet and humiliate me to no end in front of our friends … and you think sex is what I need? Really?!
KATE: (Shouts back) Oh please! We were the centre of attention tonight, all thanks to me! If it wasn’t for me you would’ve gone in dirty flops and a pair of shorts that look like they were bought from a jumble sale heap. You should be thanking me, Gregory!
GREGORY: (Hands outstretched to drive the point home) We were the centre of attention for all the wrong reasons! Don’t you get it?
KATE: Nonsense! We showed class.
GREGORY: (Incredulous) You must be high! High or as blind as a bat. Either way, I’m not … (He grits his teeth in anger and storms out of the bedroom)
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Tell us: Is there any truth in what Kate is saying?