A dead man, Gordon, sits on a chair with his back to us. He doesn’t look all that dead. He looks—still. At another table, a woman—Jean—sits, drinking coffee, and writing a thank-you letter. She has an insular quality, as though she doesn’t want to take up space. An empty bowl of soup sits on her table. She looks over at the man. She stares back at her coffee. She sips. A cell phone rings. It is coming from the dead man’s table. It rings and rings. The caller hangs up and calls again. Jean looks over at him. She sighs. The phone keeps ringing. JEAN Excuse me—are you going to get that? No answer from the man. Would you mind answering your phone? I’m sorry to bother you. If you could just—turn your phone—off? The cell phone rings again. Jean gets out of her chair and walks over to the man. Are you ill? No answer. Are you deaf? No answer. Oh, I’m sorry— Jean signs in sign language: Are you deaf? No response. The phone rings again. All right. Excuse me. She reaches for the cell phone.
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