WENDY: Oh, why not.
(Picks up the book and page.)
PETER: Ooh, that’s a pretty nasty wound. I’m afraid all I got is duct tape. Wait. Never
mind. Mr.James took my backpack.
WENDY: I may actually have something.
(Pulls some scotch tape out of her purse. Carefully, she repairs the book and
puts the page back in its place.)
There. I’ll give happily-ever-after another go.
PETER: I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.
WENDY: It’ll be tough.
PETER: But it’ll be worth it. And don’t let Stanford get to ya, either. They wouldn’t have
wanted you if you didn’t have what it takes.
WENDY: I guess you’re right. You’re pretty clever for someone without a mother. But I just
hope you don’t miss out on life, living as you do.
PETER: Miss out? What is there to miss out on?
WENDY: Oh, so much, Peter. Ever thought of having a family?
PETER: Only ever in make-believe. Short-lived nightmares if you ask me.
(His phone rings again. He checks his text.)
Aw, man, I gotta go. I’m late and she’s angry. Never knew anybody so jealous.
WENDY: Peter, wanna come by sometime next week during break? Mom’s going to be
busy with her “spring cleaning” and I think it would be fun; we could go to the beach with
some of my friends.
PETER: Are you sure? I don’t wanna impose.
WENDY: Naw, that’s fine! I might be able to help you get those grades up in time for graduation. Long as your girlfriend doesn’t mind.
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