Don't worry darling

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CLIFFORD
You always look perfect.
She climbs out of bed.

EVELYN
And you need to jump in the shower.
She heads for the bathroom.

CLIFFORD (calling after her)
Last chance!
She winks at him from the doorway.

EVELYN A cold shower.
And then she's gone. We stay with Clifford, who puts his hands behind his head. Staring at the ceiling. In no hurry to get the day started.

CLIFFORD
It is a big day. Could mean great
things for our future.

INT. BATHROOM - MORNING
Evelyn sits on the toilet, secretly doing something...down there. We can't see what. Until we see the bottle of LYSOL on the vanity next to her. "Brand Disinfectant for Complete Feminine Hygiene" scrawled on the label.

We PUSH IN on it, closer and closer until we can read the fine print. "May Prevent Pregnancy" written at the bottom. She finishes applying it, screws the cap back onto the bottle and rises from the toilet.

A NOISE from next door makes her turn to the window.
HER POV: Of the house next door. Through the window, we see Evelyn's neighbor BETSY serving breakfast to her husband JOE and two YOUNG BOYS.

One of the boys reaches for a cereal box and spills the milk. Joe scolds him. Betsy to the rescue in a flash, the peacemaker, wiping the milk off the table and floor. She kisses the boy on the head.

Evelyn watching with a look of...shame? Guilt? Trepidation? As she continues to stare--

Clifford KNOCKS on the door, startling Evelyn.