[originaltext]M: Come in. Take a seat, please.W: Thank you. I am Mrs. Harries,

M: Come in. Take a seat, please.
W: Thank you. I am Mrs. Harries, Barbara Harries. Well, let me get a start. Malcolm and I have married for nearly fifteen years. We’ve got two children.(9)During a couple of years my husband and I haven’t been very happy. We argue all the time.
M: What do you quarrel about?
W: What don’t we quarrel about, you mean! Oh, everything. I’ll give you an example. You know, when the children started school, I wanted to go back to work again. So I got a job. Well, anyway, by the time I’ve collected my children from school, I only get home about half an hour before Malcom...
M: Yes?
W: Well,(10)when he gets home, he expects me to run around and get his tea. He never does anything in the house! And he’s so untidy. I always have to remind him to pick up his clothes. He just throws them on the floor. After all, I’m not his servant. I’ve got my own career.
M: Yes. I see. Is your husband here?
W: Yes, he’s waiting outside. He didn’t want to come here, but ...well, I persuaded him to come.
M: All right. If you don’t mind, I’d like to talk with him for a moment.
W: No, not at all.