[ Saul groans and Ruth sighs. A long-suffering kind of sigh. The same sigh she's had over the past thirty years. She's busying herself with tidying up, moving back and forth across the living room rug. It's an unnecessary gesture, given that it's only Saul who's come to visit, but Ruth knows there's no tidying up her baby brother. So she just has to make due.
She pauses long enough to lean over the back of the couch and smack him once across the forearm before moving on again. ]
Then I suggest you stop touching things you oughtn't, Sally.
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She pauses long enough to lean over the back of the couch and smack him once across the forearm before moving on again. ]
Then I suggest you stop touching things you oughtn't, Sally.