She moves away from the WAITER and scans the crowded room.
Nothing. Then, out of the corner of her eye, almost
imperceptible at first, at a table towards the rear of the
room, she sees a woman’s blonde head thrown back in laughter;
the woman seems to be encapsulated in or protected by a haze
of light and smoke. It’s CAROL, CAROL as THERESE has always
seen her and as she will see her evermore: in SLOW MOTION,
like in a dream or a single, defining memory, substantial yet
elusive. She moves towards her. CAROL raises a wine glass to
her lips and as she does, she turns slightly and spots
THERESE. She is not startled. We see her face softening.
THERESE continues to approach. CAROL watches with a smile burning in her eyes. THERESE has nearly arrived.
THE END