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Int – kitchen table – day

LOIS
What do you think happened to him? I mean, has he told you anything he hasn’t told me?

GYPSY
I don’t think he’s told me anything more than you know, but he hasn’t said a lot about his trip back. Either he doesn’t remember, or he doesn’t think we’ll understand.

LOIS
Do you think he… I mean… he wouldn’t have done anything…

GYPSY
Dangerous? You know him as well as I do, do you think he’d do anything stupid?

LOIS [drumming fingers on coffee mug]
Well, I suppose not… no, no he wouldn’t.


Slow pan of Clive’s room, somewhat more organized than before, some things packed away in boxes, others being shelved, sewing projects from before have been finished, making room for others

Clive VO
It’s been a month now, I still haven’t looked at the footage from the bar, still don’t want to know. Except that at the same time, I do. I know I’ll have to watch it sometime, can’t hide it from myself forever.
It’s just that I don’t want it to all have been some drug-induced dream, and at the same time I don’t want it to be real either, because that means I'm more lost than I thought I was.
Been applying for scholarships left and right. Lois is happy for me, says ‘if that’s what you want, go for it, we’re behind you.’ She’s not so sure about me moving in with Gypsy, but thinks that at least I’ll be with someone I know, someone I can trust, and won’t have to live in the dorms, where she’s positive all sorts of drunken debauchery takes place. I didn’t know before how many fashion schools there are in New York City, most of them really close to Gypsy’s apartment as it is, so I'm applying to those first.
No rejection letters yet, but no acceptance letters either. Guess I’ll keep trying.