The veranda. ELEPHIE ST. CLAIRE is sitting in the dark outside the party, poking holes in her Braille journal. Enter STEPHANIE ST. CLAIRE in evening gown, exhausted from an evening of dancing with Mr. St. Claire. A waltz can be heard faintly in the distance.
STEPHANIE: It's me, Stephanie St. Claire.
ELEPHIE: It's me, Elephie
STEPHANIE: You hurt me, Elephie, when you introduce yourself to me like that. We've talked about this so, so many times. I know it's you, Elephie. I introduce myself to you because you're blind. But I can see you. Just because I'm your stepmother doesn't mean I don't know who you are.
ELEPHIE: I think you're being pretty sightist.
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