You're in trouble, young lady.
(into the phone)
I know, Mom. But it's the only
place I can call from.
Can you tell Ruth about dinner?
Paul's fine, just fine.
The class bell BUZZES.
Got to go, Mom. The monsters call.
INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT
and an ever-present smile--bounds into the restaurant, oozing
Sorry I'm late.
tell me her good news.
(leaning toward Letty)
Letty, dear, is that a cat hair on
So, I got the district to approve
my after-school math program.
Ruth smiles at her, but vacantly.
How wonderful, darling.
What does that mean for you?
Will you get time off to do that?
Not now, but maybe later, if they
like the program.
plastered across her face.
What's up with you?
Me? Nothing. Tell me more about
Not a job, a promotion.
No, Mom, it's more of a prestige
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