THE M.D
MRS. WENDY:
How can this be? I don't believe it! (looks at the doctor, then her daughter)
DOCTOR:
I'm afraid it's true. We've run the tests multiple times at your request.
MRS. WENDY:
But she doesn't go out! She only goes to choir rehearsal... (emphasizes, as if realizing something) Wait...
DOCTOR:
Yes, both of us were thinking the same thing.
MRS. WENDY & DOCTOR:
(in unison) The M.D!
MRS. WENDY:
I trusted him!
DOCTOR:
And he failed. Just like God trusted you with your child, and you failed Him.
DEBORAH:
(looking down) It's all my fault.
MRS. WENDY:
What do you mean it's your fault? I'll deal with him!
DEBORAH:
I asked for it. I saw it on your phone, on the internet... I wanted to try it.
MRS. WENDY:
How could I not know?!
DEBORAH:
You're always busy!
DOCTOR:
Ma, you also need to take responsibility. Just like the M.D...
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