(to himself) I’m the one who knots things. I knot resentments. I knot expectations. I knot my jaw shut so I don’t have to say I’m sorry.
June laughs. It’s a real laugh. Arlo hasn’t heard it in a year. my-wife-knot-my-dog
His DOG, BRUCE (a loyal, muddy-pawed lab mix), drops a slobbery tennis ball at his feet. Arlo doesn’t move. (to himself) I’m the one who knots things
JUNE (40s, tired but beautiful, wearing scrubs) stands there holding a pink dog carrier that is with low growls. BRUCE (a loyal
(whispering) Okay. Okay. I’ve got you.
I know.
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