Broken Glass

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Broken Glass
Arthur Miller
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Genres: Fiction
 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 really 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.
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