Monday, June 21, 2010

They're always listening

INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

The living room in WG's home. Messy.

WG sits in the recliner, currently not in the reclined position, holding a cordless phone and talking to BFF, whom we hear, but do not see.

BFF
So, did you get your Stanford results?

WG
Yeah, I didn't really care that much. As expected.
You know, S -- crap, Z, decent. Nothing exciting.

BFF
Yeah, same here. Son was crap, I mean, really crap,
and Daughter was surprisingly good.

SON
What do you mean, I was crap?

A panic-stricken look comes across WG's face as
she realizes what has clearly happened.

BFF
(whispering )
Oh, crap, I didn't know he was there.

WG
Oh, no.

BFF
(whispering)
Oh, crap, he's crying. Gotta go.