FROM THE TEXT:
LINDA, hearing Willy outside the bedroom, calls with some trepidation: Willy!

WILLY: It's all right. I came back.

LINDA: Why? What happened? (Slight pause) Did something happen, Willy?

WILLY: No, nothing happened.

LINDA: You didn't smash the car, did you?

WILLY, with casual irritation: I said nothing happened. Didn't you hear me?

LINDA: Don't you feel well?

WILLY: I'm tired to death. (The flute has faded away. He sits on the bed beside her, a little numb.) I couldn't make it. I just couldn't make it, Linda.

LINDA, very carefully, delicately: Where were you all day? You look terrible.

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