“ Sylvia in bed, reading a book. She looks up as Hyman enters. He is in his riding clothes. Sylvia has a certain excitement at seeing him. SYLVIA: Oh, doctor! HYMAN: I let myself in, hope I didn’t scare you... SYLVIA: Oh no, I’m glad. Sit down. You been riding? HYMAN: Yes. All the way down to Brighton Beach, nice long ride—I expected to see you jumping rope by now. Sylvia laughs, embarrassed. I think you’re just trying to get out of doing the dishes. SYLVIA, strained laugh: Oh stop. You r...eally love riding, don’t you? HYMAN: Well there’s no telephone on a horse. She laughs. Ocean Parkway is like a German forest this time of the morning—riding under that archway of maple trees is like poetry. SYLVIA: Wonderful. I never did anything like that. HYMAN: Well, let’s go—I’ll take you out and teach you sometime. Have you been trying the exercise? SYLVIA: I can’t do it. HYMAN, shaking a finger at her: You’ve got to do it, Sylvia. You could end up permanently crippled.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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