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MOTHER: Just what the hell is going on here. Did you
barricade the door?
BECKY: (hesitantly) No.
MOTHER: Then what was all that noise and why couldn't I
open the door?
CYNTHIA: It was barricaded. We pushed Becky's bed up
against the door.
MOTHER: Why, may I ask? (turning to BECKY) And why did
you lie to me, young lady?
BECKY: I didn't mean to. I didn't know that's what
barricading was.
MOTHER: And just why, exactly, was it necessary to
barricade the door, hmm?
CYNTHIA: (quickly) Becky got scared during the night.
(pause) She thought -
BECKY: I thought there were monsters trying to get in.
MOTHERS: I see. Well, monsters or not I don't want anymore
moving around of furniture. Is that understood?
(the girls nod) And Cynthia, why aren't you in
your school uniform?
CYNTHIA: I don't want to go today, I don't feel well.
BECKY: Nor do I.
MOTHER: Rubbish, Becky. Get downstairs and eat your
breakfast.
BECKY: (as she exits) I want to stay home too.
MOTHER: (to CYNTHIA) Do you really not feel well?
CYNTHIA: (nods) Uh-huh.
MOTHER: Let me kiss your forehead. (she goes over and
puts her lips against CYNTHIA's forehead) I don't
think you've got a temperature.
CYNTHIA: I still don't feel well.
MOTHER: In what way?
CYNTHIA: I don't know, I just don't feel well.
MOTHER: Well put on your uniform and go to school and if
you start to feel really bad give me a call and
I'll come and pick you up, okay?
