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[inside Abbott estate; REESE, ELIZA, NORAH, and CYNTHIA enter]
CYNTHIA: [to NORAH] Look how long your hair has gotten! And you, Eliza, you’re so tall! At the rate you’re growing, you could be a model!
REESE: Mother! Eliza is going to college, not—
ELIZA: You really think so? I mean, if soccer doesn’t pan out—
REESE: If soccer doesn’t pan out, you’ll live!
ELIZA: Can you just lay off, mom? For like five seconds?
REESE: I am your mother! Don’t talk to me that way!
CYNTHIA: And I am YOUR mother and I think you should let Eliza explore her options. Let her make her own mistakes.
REESE: Like you let me?
CYNTHIA: All the more reason not to make my mistakes, Reese.
NORAH: Grandma? Can I go to my room now? I want to hang up my church dress.
CYNTHIA: Please call me Cynthia!
REESE: Really, mom?
CYNTHIA: Yes, of course, dear. Second door on the left, just like last time.
[NORAH exits; RODGER enters]
RODGER: Hello Cynthia! It’s so good to see you. How are you holding up?
CYNTHIA: As well as can be expected. [hugging him] You were always such a nice boy. How ever did my daughter nab you up?
RODGER: [he laughs] I suppose getting pregnant didn’t hurt.
[REESE gives him an accusatory look]
RODGER: Anyway, why don’t you show me this new red room I’ve heard so much about.
CYNTHIA: You remembered! Well, it isn’t quite fully equipped just yet, but it is certainly very red … [exits with RODGER, laughing]
REESE: It’s going to be a very long weekend.
REESE: Eliza, I—Well, I don’t mean to be pushy. Lord knows I don’t want to be like MY mother. I just want you to think about your future. Really think. I want you to be happy. In the long run. I always want you to be happy.
ELIZA: I know, mom. But can’t I be happy my way?
[pause; CYNTHIA comes bustling back in]
CYNTHIA: Oh, that man! He really is a keeper. Always taking an interest in my little hobbies. [beat; then to REESE] So, when is your sister coming?
REESE: Tomorrow. She’s going to meet us at the executor’s office.
CYNTHIA: Well, that’s awfully rude. Haven’t seen her in two years and she can’t even be bothered to drop in on her own mother before setting down to this morbid business. I ought to call her and give her a piece of my mind.
REESE: Mother, please don’t. For my sake? Just try to be civil. Not nagging. Definitely not nice. Just civil.
[CYNTHIA makes an affronted noise and sits down beside ELIZA]
CYNTHIA: So how are you? Any boyfriends these days?
[REESE remains standing, rubbing her neck, and the lights go down]