Don't worry darling

4

CLIFFORD (O.S.)
Will you be much longer, darling?

Shit. She quickly fetches the bottle of Lysol off the vanity--
EVELYN Just a sec!
--and hides it under the sink. She quickly composes herself, then she opens the door for Clifford with a smile.

EVELYN (CONT'D) Shower's all yours.

INT. KITCHEN - MORNING
Clifford sits at the kitchen table in his pressed white shirt and black tie. Perusing the newspaper.
Evelyn, in a fancy dress and wearing an apron, stands at the stove cooking Clifford's breakfast.

EVELYN
I had the strangest dream.
Clifford barely looking up from the paper.
CLIFFORD Hmm? That right?
She piles his plate high with bacon and eggs sunny side up.

EVELYN
I was back in nursing school...only
I wasn't a nurse. I was...operating on somebody...
She brings him his breakfast.
CLIFFORD (still reading)
Oh?

Evelyn stops to think.
EVELYN
It was my dad. But he was still
healthy.

She's lost in thought as Clifford lowers the paper and casts a glare at his breakfast.