CLOUDLET

a qualified tamer for less money. Someone with experience, desire, qualification, degree in psychology of domestic ... um, domestics. I'm an amateur, so to speak.

THE LAWYER: “He that knows better how to tame a shrew,

Now let him speak: 'tis charity to show.”*** Few attempts ended in disaster. The last one to an extend that Alex chose to hide away from everyone in the inaccessible Cloudlet.

ENYO: Why inaccessible? It has its road, it has everything.

THE LAWYER: He was convinced that it was inaccessible, hidden from the peoples’ eyes. My client believed in fairy tales a tad more than is customary. On the other hand, several attempts have been undertaken for he to be found, none of which was crowned with success.

ENYO: They have not been persistent enough?

THE LAWYER: On the contrary, on the contrary, but none scored any luck. Perhaps the luck there is distributed locally and there is not left for strangers.

ENYO: Maybe. Or maybe there is no luck left.

THE LAWYER: See, you as a local succeeded where many have failed. The Fortune pointed at you.

ENYO: Bet it was an obscene gesture. I guess in this contract the exact finger that the Fortune use to point is described in details… (sighs) It was not an index one, I am positive.

THE LAWYER: Let us assume that it was a thumb up. Will you use a thumbprint or will you sign?

ENYO: With blood?

THE LAWYER: No, no, please keep it as much as you can. I am sure you will need it. We have good ink here. For some mysterious reason Alex wanted you to sign with a duck quill. Here! (takes out an inkwell and a quill and puts them before Enyo. A head pops through half opened door and asks the lawyer to come out for a moment.) Please excuse me! (goes out)

ENYO: What mysterious reason? I just have to get used to a duck and it starts with homeopathic doses. (takes the quill. In a deep armchair at the background of the stage OldMac is sitting dusted in white, a glass of brandy in his hand. Enyo looks in the general direction of the armchair.) Old man, if your granddaughter is eccentric one third of what you were, I will need not three, but trice thirty-three years. Never mind! (signs. OldMac raises his glass in silent toast.)

Scene II

 

Exquisite classic study. Behind the desk sits a young woman reading a big ledger. The Butler enters and brings a cup of tea. He puts the cup on a small table with two chairs.

THE BUTLER: A young gentleman has just arrived and is asking for you. The gentleman insists that he carries a letter for you personally which letter should be transferred from hand to hand. The letter is addressed to you in your late grandfather’s handwriting.

DESPINA: I am in no mood for courier services today. When he tires of waiting, the gentleman will go away.

THE BUTLER: The gentleman insists he had brought camping equipment and will sleep in front of the m