britches, so I whittled him down to size. But why are you really here?
PETER: I think my phone’s in here. I left it during study period.
WENDY: I think I saw it. Over there, second-from-the top shelf, right side. By Ancient
Greece.
(Peter follows her directions to his phone.)
There. That’s it.
(As Peter reaches for his phone, it lights up and makes a text alert like little
bells.)
PETER: One sec, I gotta . . . yeah . . .
(Checks the text and replies.)
Ok.
WENDY: Anything important?
PETER: Naw, it’s just my girlfriend. The usual, “miss you, hugs and kisses, see you tonight”.
We’ve been together a long time.
WENDY: Don’t let me keep you.
PETER: No sweat. I shall banish her to my pocket. Away!
(Pockets his phone.)
Hey, wanna help me put these books away? It’s just torture seeing the library like this.
WENDY: (Gets up. They start re-shelving the books.) So, you like books?
PETER: Not really. I hate reading. But I love stories.
WENDY: Yeah.
(Awkward pause as they continue shelving books.)
Sorry, I don’t usually get like that. It’s just my dad . . . things aren’t so great between us
right now.
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