Pace Creagan, 17, spends her time planning to race the train on the
Start: Pace: Let’s start here. On this tie.
Dalton: What tie? The tracks are up there.
Pace: Imagine it, stupid.
End: Pace: No. I just wanted. To look at you.
Dalton: Once you take your clothes off. Something is supposed to happen.
Pace. It already has. (Beat.) Get dressed.
Wallace, Naomi. The Trestle at Pope Lick Creek. Broadway Play Publishing, Inc. New York, NY. pp. 22-27.
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