Read the following extract, and then answer the question that follows it: Oldham, September 1987. The backyard of Doris's terrace cottage. Distant sound of children. Two deck chairs. Piano stool from Act One, on it the Solitaire board from Act Two. A tub of geraniums. A green kite. Rosie is sunbathing in shorts and painted T-shirt, both of which she has tie-dyed herself, and she is wearing Walkman headphones, oblivious of all other noise. She hums Simply Red's ‘Holding Back The Years', as she concentrates on the Solitaire game. Doris: [appears upstage, holding up kite tail. Calls] Is this right? Rosie: [hums] ... Holding back the years Doris: [comes nearer] Rosie? CAN YOU HEAR ME DEAR? [Taps Rosie on the shoulder.] Rosie: SORRY! [Removes headphones.] Doris: You're shouting again, dear. Neighbours will think I'm deaf. [Holds up kite tail.] Is this right? Rosie: Looks great! Thanks. [Picks up the kite.] Here, just tie it on the bottom. Doris: [ties the kite tail to the kite] Needs a stitch in it ... Rosie: [holds the kite aloft] What d’you think? Doris: [pause] I preferred the blue ones. Rosie: Well they've ordered fifty, so I'm not complaining. [Puts the kite down.] Did ten this morning. Doris: I gathered that, from the state of the box room. Bits of string ... Rosie: It's not for you to clear up. Sit down Doris, enjoy the sun. Doris: [sits] I fancy one of those garden tables white one, with an umbrella. But they do cost, don't they? Rosie: [firmly] When I've sold the next batch, maybe. We mustn't spend before we've paid off the overheads. Doris: You shouldn't be bothering your head with work on your birthday. [Pause.] Just like your mother. Rosie: Did you see her present! Doris: Mrs W saw me take it in. Postman couldn't get it through the letterbox. Rosie: It's one of her paintings. Doris: I propped it on the mantelpiece. Rosie: What d'you think? Doris: [pause] I liked the gold frame. Looks expensive. Rosie: Gran! She did it specially for me. Rosie returns to Solitaire. Doris: Is Jackie still seeing that man with the hairdo? Rosie: Dreadlocks. You mean Andy, yeah. Think he's OK. Doris: D'you think she'll marry?