add premise of the second parable

the-mirror-dirge/2. second-parable.md

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 ### SECOND PARABLE: You can think yourself out of any problem except being dead.
 
-*Exit GRAVEDIGGER, left.*
+*Lights up. GRAVEDIGGER is gone. It's midmorning, or early afternoon. One can hear birdsong, the quiet bustling of a town going about its business. And faintly, faraway music.*
 
-*A coffin sits center stage, resting within an open grave. The tombstone, previously shadowed and illegible, now comes into focus. THE ACCOUNTANT. Beat.*
+*A coffin sits center stage, resting within a now-open grave. The tombstone, previously shadowed and illegible, comes into focus. THE ACCOUNTANT. Beat.*
 
 *ACCOUNTANT pushes open the lid of the coffin, attempts to take a deep breath. Instead he is wracked with a fit of coughing. He is very obviously long dead- a skeleton, or a walking corpse. Perhaps he is transparent. Regardless of this, he stands, brushes his pants clean, and sits on the edge of the grave.*
 
 ACCOUNTANT: 
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+what is the accountant's problem? what was it?
+- he worked for the mob and...
+- he lost all his bosses' money in a high-stakes poker match.
+- several harebrained schemes to steal it back later...
+- he got sent to sleep with the fishes!
+- as he monologues, the mobsters wander in
+- each one is talking about how, inadvertently, every one of the schemes ended up working out.
+- some still laugh at him, some apologize. 
+- all of them speak directly to him, and each tosses a different flower into the coffin. 
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