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The door of the apartment opens. BOY and GRANDMOTHER enter, leaving the door open. The apartment is empty. A rolled up carpet with bloodstains lies under the window. GRANDMOTHER covers a large dark stain on the back of the sofa with her raincoat.

BOY opens the lower section of the closet. He pulls out a bag of toy soldiers, a toy truck, and a plastic gun. BOY puts all this in a plastic bag.

GRANDMOTHER sits on the bed and cries.

GRANDMOTHER (Sobbing): Take... time. Take your... take your time. We’ve got lots of... time. We’ve got lots of time now.

(BOY opens the drawer on the large bedside table.

GIRL enters the apartment.)

GIRL: Hello.

BOY: Hi.

GIRL: Why is your door open?

BOY: We won’t be here long.

GIRL: You’re moving?

BOY: I don’t know. I’m going somewhere else for now.

GIRL: So...who’s moving in here?

BOY: They’ll probably rent it.

GIRL: Why?

BOY: You don’t know?

GIRL: We just moved in today.

BOY: And this is the first place you stumble into? Some luck.

GIRL: Why?

BOY: Cause someone shot my mom. Yesterday. Here. And bad too.

GIRL: Yeah?

BOY: Yeah.

GIRL: What are people supposed to say to you when your parents’ve been killed?

BOY: You say you feel sorry for them.

GIRL: I feel sorry for them.

BOY: Thank you.

GIRL: Do you wanna meet up tomorrow?

BOY: Are you leaving?

GIRL: I have to help carry boxes upstairs. I only stopped by for a minute.

BOY: Oh. What about tomorrow? Or I can help you carry boxes now.

GRANDMOTHER: No. It’s time for her to go home. You can see each other tomorrow.

GIRL: Okay, tomorrow. Good-bye.

BOY: Bye.

(GIRL exits. BOY pulls some textbooks out from the nightstand. He hides them in his bag.)

BOY: Grandma. I’m done.

(GRANDMOTHER stands and picks up her raincoat. BOY helps her to put it on. THEY exit)