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SCENE 6: 

The school playground, lunch time. CYNTHIA is sitting with 
CHARLENE while, as before, JO sits a short distance away, 
alone. 

CHARLENE: So how come you've missed so much school this 
week? 

CYNTHIA: (preoccupied) I've been sick. 

CHARLENE: What was wrong with you? 

CYNTHIA: I just haven't been feeling well. 

CHARLENE: Your mum lets you stay home just 'cause you don't 
feel well? 

CYNTHIA: Uh-huh. 

CHARLENE: I wish I had your mum. 

CYNTHIA: No you don't. 

CHARLENE: Yes I do. Whenever I try to get a day off by 
saying "I don't feel well" all my mum does is kiss 
my forehead, say, "cool as a cucumber", call me a 
hypochondriac and send me packing. 

CYNTHIA: My mum'll do just about anything for me now to 
avoid and argument, remember how she slapped me a 
few weeks ago, and I fainted? 

CHARLENE: Yeah. 

CYNTHIA: Well, she's been feeling guilty ever since. She 
thinks she gave me brain damage or something. 
Especially since she found out how badly I've been 
doing at school. 

CHARLENE: (pause) Do you think she might have? 

CYNTHIA: What do you reckon? 

CHARLENE: I dunno. What's wrong with you then? 

CYNTHIA: Fuck off Charlene. 

CHARLENE: Fine. Sorry for breathing. (pause) Hey, do you 
think Rick likes me? 

CYNTHIA: Tell me something. 


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