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MOTHER AND MIDWIFE
MIDWIFE:Congratulations, Mrs. James, it’s a boy.
MOTHER: Fantastic! Oh, that’s wonderful! (BEAT) What’s his score?
MIDWIFEorry?
MOTHER: His Apgar?
MIDWIFEh. He got a one for activity but two for breathing and reflexes.
MOTHER: And can I appeal the one?
MIDWIFEorry?
MOTHER: Or could he re-sit it?
MIDWIFE:Mrs. James, it’s not that kind of test ...
MOTHER: ... (INTERRUPTING) Only I don’t think he was ready.
MIDWIFE:The test really doesn’t matter ...
MOTHER: INTERRUPTING, GETTING HYSTERICAL) Of course it matters. If he fails this, how on earth’s he going to pass his eleven plus? It’ll be special needs, dyslexia, ASBO.
MIDWIFE:Well, it’s not hospital policy but ...
MOTHER: (TEARFULLY RELIEVED) Oh thank you, thank you so much. (BEAT, WIPING AWAY TEAR) Now. How do I tell if he’s gifted?