Two Umbrellas

(A small flat in Leeds. Rain on the window. Two bags by the door.)

Wren: It's a short trip, but it's October. Did you remember the umbrella?

Camille: I don't have it. You had it on Thursday.

Wren: No. You took it to your piano lesson.

Camille: Maybe. But you pack the bags. That's your job.

Wren: I pack the bags because you forget things. You forgot your train ticket in July.

Camille: One time! And the conductor was nice about it.

(Camille opens Wren's bag. She takes out an umbrella. Then another umbrella.)

Camille: Two umbrellas?

Wren: One for you, one for me. I always pack an extra.

Camille: Oh.

Wren: Your jacket's in there too. And a bottle of water.

Camille: So I do forget things.

Wren: Yes. That's why I pack the bags. Take the small one. I'll carry the heavy bag.