With the boldness only low BMI can bring, she opens the door (technically trespass) to find … Ted’s grandmother. Donna confides in her. She confesses that she messed up … She thought Paris, First-Class International would make her happy … but it didn’t. Ted makes her happy. In short, she bloody loves Ted. She tries to cry for a short while, but nothing comes. Then, a thought that triggers a rueful smile: ‘You haven’t heard a single word I’ve said, have you?’ The deft seeding of this ancient woman’s near-deafness pays the kind of dramatic dividends for which Arthur Miller would have killed.
