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Hens
| Rachel | So did we do good? |
| Serena | More than good. I did have my doubts when your brother turned up with his camper van. |
| Rachel | It’s your hen weekend. We had to keep you guessing. He’ll come back to pick us up on Monday morning. Can you take my suitcase? I’ve got to get my other bag. |
| Serena | I hate to ask but is this all clothes? |
| Rachel | Wait and see, Miss Bride-to-be. |
| Serena | Okay now I’m scared. |
| MARIA PROCTOR enters stage right, with a large hold-all. Like the others, she is dressed for outdoors and in her late twenties or early thirties. She is smart and efficient looking. |
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| Maria | I don’t think your mother in law’s too happy, Serena. |
| Serena | She never is. What is it now? |
| Maria | She seems to be under the impression that Rachel’s brother is hired help. Wants him to carry her things in. |
| Rachel | She’ll be lucky. I had to pay him to get him to drive us here. Even then he only agreed ‘cos I said I’d set him up on a date with Maria. |
| Maria | What? |
| Rachel | Didn't I mention that? |
| RACHEL leaves stage right. |
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| Maria | Cheeky cow. |
| Serena | We all have to make sacrifices. |
| Maria | There’s self sacrifice and then there’s suicide. |