[Phone rings.]
Sarah: Good morning, Discreet.
Woman: Yeah, is Britches there?
Sarah: I’m sorry… Bridget?
Woman: Uh-huh. She there?
Sarah: No, sorry, we don’t have a Bridget.
Woman: [after a beat] Who?
Sarah: Ma’am?
Woman: Who y’all don’t got?
Sarah: Bridget.
Woman: [Affably] Aww, no, not Bridget, Britches! Britches!
Sarah: Britches? Britches, like pants, britches?
Woman: Yeah! Britches! Britches there?
Sarah: No, sorry.
Woman: Where’d she go?
Sarah: No, no, I mean, I’m sorry, we don’t have a Britches either, you must have the wrong number.
Woman: Oh.
Sarah: Yeah, sorry.
Woman: You got Britches’ phone number?
[Pause.]
Sarah: No, I’m afraid not.
Woman: (Softly) Oh.