CHARLES: Wait. Somebody’s here.

MEG: Where? I don’t see anyone.

CHARLES: Following us, I think. Whoever’s out there, show yourself! Stop hiding, come out!

(Silence. A gangly boy, CALVIN, enters slowly. He is about two or three years older than Meg.)

CALVIN: I wasn’t hiding.

MEG: Calvin O’Keefe?

CALVIN: You’re two of the Murry kids, right?

CHARLES: Who is he, Meg?

MEG: He’s a couple of grades above me. Let’s go, Charles.

CHARLES: What are you doing here?

CALVIN: This isn’t your property, is it? What are you doing here?

CHARLES: Tell me about him.

MEG: What would I know about him? He’s…he’s a big deal at school. Popular.

CHARLES: We shouldn’t hold that too much against him. What else?

MEG: I don’t know. He’s on the basketball team.

CALVIN: Just because I’m tall.

MEG: Let’s go, Charles.