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She wipes her hands on her overalls, returning to the main

room.

VIOLET:

So this is temporary for you?

CORKY:

Pretty much. One day at a time.

Violet hands her the cup of black coffee.

VIOLET:

I guessed you were straight black.

CORKY:

Good guess.

They both sip from the piping hot mugs.

CORKY:

Mmmm ... thanks, I needed this.

VIOLET:

My pleasure ... but to be honest, I

did have a slightly ulterior motive

here. I was wondering if I could

ask a small favor?

CORKY:

A favor?

VIOLET:

Yeah, see, I'm kind of a night person,

so I was wondering if it wasn't a

terrible inconvenience if you could

wait a bit before using power tools.

CORKY:

Oh, I'm sorry --

VIOLET:

No, it isn't your fault. The walls

here are just so thin.

CORKY:

Are they really?

VIOLET:

Yes, it really causes problems.

Sometimes it's like you're in the

same room. But if it's too much

trouble, I understand ...

CORKY:

No, no trouble. There's other work

to do.

VIOLET:

You're doing everything yourself?

CORKY:

Yeah.

VIOLET:

That is so amazing. I'm in awe of

people who can fix things. My dad

was like that. We never had anything

new. Whenever something broke he

would open it up, tinker with it and

it would work. His hands were magic.

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