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PETER: This is idea, thank you. And you could take your portrait for the idea.

MICHAEL: Thank you, I will nail it in my room… I love you…

THE END

DADDY: 40 years old

SARA: 15 year old daughter

DADDY sits at kitchen table. He just wearing socks. He’s sipping a beer, he appears sort of depressed. There is a news paper, but he is looking at a picture of a middle aged woman. There is a pile of neatly folded laundry on the edge of the table.

There is the sound of footsteps. He sighs kisses the picture and puts the picture down. SARA flounces in texting on her cellphone. She throws off her backpack full of books.

DADDY: Hi Princess… Why Late? Heavy backpack!

SARA: Bio today. That book is the heaviest. Field hocky went late..

DADDY: I was missing you!

SARA: You’re missing Mom.

DADDY: You’re getting pretty. Like your Mom. All the men used to look at her.

SARA: Daddy! Mom again?

DADDY: She died two years ago tomorrow…

SARA (looking at the photo of her mother) I know…. I still have dreams about her.

DADDY: I wish you knew more about her.

SARA: (running stage left) I want a Coke. (finds one). When are you going to start buying me some beer? (Sara finally looking at the pile of clothes). Wow! You’ve been doing laundry! (prepares to leave again)

DADDY: Went to Market Basket too. We were running low…out of Diet Coke…… Where are you going?

SARA: To the library. (sneaks a pill from the backpack and swallows)…Ashley will help me with Geometry.….

DADDY (sees her take the pill): I thought we had stopped the pills… What’s going on? I thought you were better.

SARA: I am… Today, Mr. Gordon said that both boys and girls have more active hormones…. We’re not children anymore!

DADDY: But lying in bed all day. Refusing to go to school… That’s more than hormones… I’ll make another appointment with Doctor Knowles.

SARA: No! No! I don’t need a doctor! No! I’m cool!

DADDY: Your cool mood frightens me even more… Knowles called me afterwards and said you appeared somewhat manic depressive…

SARA: Manic Depressive?

DADDY; Your very good moods suddenly turn to black depression for no apparent reason.

SARA: Daddy, I have nothing like that!

DADDY: Sara, why are you so moody? What’s going on? I’ve been thinking it was because of you’re mother’s death.

SARA: (looking at her mothers picture) I still think about her… I get sad… (looks at her father) But Mom is not my problem. Daddy, I’ve really got to get to the library.

(Starts to get up and puts on lipstick)

DADDY: Tell me what you think the problem is… I want to know.

SARA: I’m in a hurry…

DADDY: Tell me, and then you can go.

SARA: Why do you always want to talk when I’m in a hurry?

Daddy: Tell me! (Pause) Help me…

SARA: OK… because of Skip…

DADDY (motioning to the newspaper): Isn’t “Skip” captain of the Freshman football team. Right? What’s up?

SARA: He’s eating lunch at Brittany’s table… Not mine anymore. Then in study after lunch he comes up to me… He says I used to be his best friend… but now….

DADDY: What else does he say?

SARA: Daddy, I don’t want to upset you.

DADDY: I’m already big time upset! We don’t have your Mom to help us anymore. Let’s try to work this out together..…

SARA: Promise not to get mad and fly off the handle?

DADDY: I promise! What else is he saying to you?

SARA: Since the Prom, we’ve been spending a lot time together… walking, kissing…

DADDY: Kissing?

SARA: Ali and Ryan are kissing each other… and more…

(Pause)

Well…..Skip has become more stubborn… about us.…

DADDY: Stubborn, about more than kissing?

SARA: I’ve put him off. He called me all kinds of names… anyhow… Ashley told me that she saw him with Kirsten over at Middle school.

DADDY; Maybe you should try talking with him?

SARA (nostalgically): I did! I reminded him about when we were in preschool. We were the “odd pair”… We hid upstairs and read books together… In 5th grade he gave me a ring made of knotted rope… Last year we climbed to the top of Blue Hill and picked blue berries… We could see for miles…we said one day we would fly in one of those airplanes flying so close to us. We would fly to London…to Paris. Maybe even Hawaii…

(Pause)

Then I managed to ask him how Kirsten was better than me…

He said she on a scale of one to ten I was a ten, but she’s like 1000…She’s exciting… spicy,…less stiff…

DADDY: Bastard!