Make sure that I bring my yearbook. Her...

Make sure that I bring my yearbook. Her mother wants me to say something. I’m nervous. But she’s been so good to me, you know. So I thought I’d read the message she wrote me when we graduated from high school. It had this great Thoreau quote about how... I think that’ll be nice. Or is it tacky? I don’t know. (she turns and sees that Scott is still polishing his shoes) We’re running a little late, honey.

(She returns to her make-up as Scott rises and slowly begins to put on his shirt.)

Poor Aaron. (she stops and looks at Scott in the mirror for a beat) I can’t even imagine.

(A moment passes as Sasha continues dressing.)

You think we should ask him if he still wants his Dylan ticket? And if he knows anyone who wants the other one? Or is that too... Maybe we should just ask around.

(Sasha finishes dressing in silence. She checks herself in the mirror, then turns to Scott)

How’s that?