Hugh looks at the apple trees, takes a deep breath of the fresh air and says, "A gypsy once told me..."
   Hilary and Clare look towards him, but he doesn't know what to say. He looks at the words on the back of his hand for help, but they just say, "Don't start a sentence with the words 'a gypsy once told me'." And the word "don't" is underlined.
   He looks around and sees a white coat on the clothes line, so he asks who owns that, and Hilary says, "Stan was supposed to play the part of the snow in a play, but he had no idea how to do it. He tried to do a little dance on the stage, and the director just shook his head. Then he tried making a sound like a ghost. The director said, 'You'll be making sandwiches for the rest of your life.' Stan looked so sad then, and the director said, 'That's exactly what I'm looking for.' Stan didn't know what he was doing, so he just tried to think of making sandwiches for the rest of his life. Every night in the play he just stood on the stage, dressed in white, thinking of making sandwiches, but it was no fun thinking of making sandwiches, especially seeing as that's what he was doing every day. He was hoping that the acting would be an escape from that. Coming home from work was as dreary as work, especially when the days got shorter. And now once again there's just near-darkness and then darkness as the evenings close in, and the leaves fall from the trees. I didn't know what to say to Stan, so I said nothing, and the silence seemed to say it all, more than I could ever say anyway."
   There's silence for a while, until Hugh says, "You know, a gypsy once told me..." He looks at the back of his hand again. "Damn!"