START: Ester walks through the door. Amy is sitting against the lockers with an unlit cigarette in her mouth. She is reading a porn magazine, and is obviously posed to look nonchalant.

Amy: (Without looking up) You’re really f*(&$#) late.

Ester: I’m sorry, my bike--

Amy: I was about to leave.

Ester: I know it took me like twenty minutes to undo my bike lock. A part of the plastic came loose. Mr. Kendal had to help me. Where did you get that cigarette?

Amy: (Icily) From my bag.

[... … …]

END: Ester: She has a thousand dollars in savings in case there’s another 9/11. But in Florida.

Amy: Thanks.

Silence.

Amy: Sometimes I think I hear its heart beating.

Ester: Really?

Amy: No. I don’t know. I hope not.

Spiegel, Ruby Rae, “Dry Land,” American Theatre, December 2015, pp. 58-59.