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BECKY: Why?
MOTHER: Because I'm asking you to, that's why.
BECKY: You're not asking you're telling me.
MOTHER: (yelling) Becky, please!
BECKY: Okay, okay. (takes her book and exits)
JO: I guess I'd better go to my room too.
MOTHER: Thanks. I'm really sorry, you'll have to come
round again. When things are a bit more normal.
JO: It's okay, I understand. (picks up her bag and
exits.)
MOTHER: Now Cynthia tell me how this happened.
CYNTHIA: How do you think it happened? I wouldn't be here
if you didn't know how it happened.
MOTHER: You know what I mean.
CYNTHIA: Mum I'm pregnant. I don't want to talk about how
I got this way. Can't you just help me? I don't
know what to do. I need you.
MOTHER: Honey, are you absolutely sure you are pregnant?
CYNTHIA: My period's two weeks late. I bought a test and
tested myself. The indicator turned pink.
MOTHER: Who's the boy?
CYNTHIA: I told you I don't want to talk about that.
MOTHER: Well, I do. I didn't even know you had a
boyfriend. You never tell me anything anymore.
CYNTHIA: I don't have a boyfriend.
MOTHER: What then, was it a one night stand or something?
How could you let this happen? Didn't I talk to
you about this?
CYNTHIA: (screaming) Can't you just help me without making
me feel like shit. Do you think I wanted this to
happen?
MOTHER: Well, you should have thought about that before
you went and did it with whoever it was you
did it with.
