[As the lights rise AMY can be seen twirling slowly, enjoying the swish of her skirt. LIZZY plays with a doll and GLADYCE reads a book. HARRY watches.]
AMY: When I was eight, I was murdered.
LIZZY: I was only seven.
GLADYCE: I was ten and should have known better.
AMY: I was wearing my favorite blue dress.
LIZZY: And playing with Disco Barbie!
GLADYCE: I was reading Nancy Drew.
AMY: I didn’t know it then.
GLADYCE: I later found out
AMY: He was watching me from his window.
GLADYCE: For days he watched me from his window.
AMY: Sitting in his yellow chair.
LIZZY: He sat in an old yellow chair. And he had a kitty on his knee.
AMY: One foot pressing against the floor.
AMY: But before he started watching
GLADYCE: I found out later before he started watching
AMY: He dug lots of little holes.
LIZZY: Holes and holes and holes!
GLADYCE: He dug hundreds of holes.
AMY: Under the house.
GLADYCE: In Mrs. Stuart’s flowerbed where he saw his cat take a shit.
LIZZY: Around the roots of my daddy’s pecan tree!
AMY: And in these holes
GLADYCE: One little piece at a time
AMY: He buried me.
LIZZY: And me.
AMY: First my hands.
GLADYCE: Then my neck. I didn’t know you could separate the head from the neck and the neck from the shoulders.
AMY: But you can.
GLADYCE: He buried me and forgot.
AMY: He buried me and forgot.
LIZZY: And me.
AMY: But first
[The girls scatter to their original positions. One girl twirling. One girl playing with her doll. The other reading.]
HARRY: Hello, Amy.
HARRY: Hello, Lizzy.
HARRY: I’m Harry. Isn’t your name Gladyce? I’m a friend of your mom’s.
GLADYCE: I’ve never seen you before.
HARRY: I’m an old friend.
GLADYCE: What’s her name then?
AMY: Well, bye now.
HARRY: Where are you going Amy?
AMY: I wasn’t going to say anymore.
GLADYCE: I was going to run.
LIZZY: But then Harry said
HARRY: I have some kittens. I found them. They’re in a box in my garage. Would you like to see them? You can take one home if you want to.
HARRY: That’s right.
HARRY: I found some kittens. They’re in my garage. There’s four of them. Would you like to see them?
AMY: What color are they?
HARRY: One is white. Another is an orange tabby. My favorite is the black one. Do you want me to show you?
GLADYCE: I don’t think my mom would like me talking to you. I need to go home.
AMY: I should have gone home.
LIZZY: I didn’t think of going home.
HARRY: She said it would be okay if you came over. I could show you my parakeet.
GLADYCE: When did you talk to her?
HARRY: I called her this afternoon. She said you could come over and see my pets because you love animals. You love animals, don’t you?
AMY: Yes! I sure do! I have a dog. His name is Chew Toy!
HARRY: I know. He’s a big black dog.
LIZZY: He’s a lab! You’ve seen him? Out your window?
HARRY: I sure have.
GLADYCE: I don’t have a dog. And I thought you had a cat. Not a bird.
AMY: When did you call my mom?
AMY: While she was at work?
HARRY: That’s right.
LIZZY: You called my mom?
HARRY: I found her number in the phone book.
AMY: He took my hand.
GLADYCE: He was wearing gloves.
LIZZY: He had on funny gloves.
GLADYCE: They were made of rubber.
LIZZY: But they weren’t yellow like mommy’s. They were black.
GLADYCE: Up here
AMY: From up here
GLADYCE: You see a lot from this view.
AMY: You see a lot that you can’t see when you’re below.
GLADYCE: He was smiling.
AMY: And I don’t know why, but
GLADYCE: I felt a little sick inside.
LIZZY: Let’s go see the kitties, can we?
HARRY: Of course. Here. Hold my hand.
LIZZY: Why are you wearing gloves?
GLADYCE: It wasn’t cold.
AMY: It was warm.
HARRY: Because my hands get cold.
AMY: But somehow kitties made up for everything.
GLADYCE: Kitties made me curious.
AMY: I thought, maybe, just for a second…
GLADYCE: I thought I would leave, after a minute.
LIZZY: I wanted to go. He had kitties.
GLADYCE: Why do you have dirt on your knees?
HARRY: I’ve been working in my garden.
LIZZY: Your knees are really dirty.
HARRY: I’ve been digging.
AMY: What for?
HARRY: It’s like a little grave.
LIZZY: Did something die?
GLADYCE: I should have run. I might
AMY: If only I had run
LIZZY: A kitty?
HARRY: I think it was sick. Do you still want to see the others?
GLADYCE: Are they sick too?
AMY: The cats are sick?
HARRY: No. I don’t think so.
GLADYCE: Why was I so concerned about cats?
AMY: Well, okay. I want to see them.
GLADYCE: Never mind. I don’t want to see them.
AMY: We walked on the sidewalk together. He held my hand and gave me a piece of candy.
LIZZY: He gave me candy and we were friends.
GLADYCE: I tried to walk away but
AMY: He started squeezing my hand.
LIZZY: He petted the top of my head like this!
GLADYCE: Let me go!
HARRY: This is my house.
AMY: You live really close to me.
HARRY: Let’s go inside.
AMY: My tummy twisted.
LIZZY: You said the kitties were in the garage.
HARRY: I made a little coffin for the one that died. It’s in my kitchen.
LIZZY: I’m scared.
GLADYCE: Stomach twisting.
AMY: I think I should go home.
HARRY: Help me bury her.
LIZZY: No! I wanna go home.
HARRY: Alright. I’ll bury her later. Let’s go to the garage.
AMY: It was a girl?
HARRY: Yes. A little girl. Are you sure you don’t want to see her?
LIZZY: I’m sure.
AMY: He grabbed my hand.
GLADYCE: He dragged me around the corner.
AMY: I tried to walk faster to keep up.
LIZZY: Wait for me.
HARRY: Here, you go in first. I’ll turn on the light.
LIZZY: I’m scared of the dark.
AMY: Where are they?
HARRY: In the corner. Can’t you hear them crying?
AMY: There was nothing.
GLADYCE: Just my heart pounding in my ears.
LIZZY: Kitty? Kitty?
AMY: A light snapped on.
GLADYCE: I was blinded.
LIZZY: I can’t see!
AMY: I turned
LIZZY: He held me tight.
GLADYCE: He slapped me across the face.
AMY: The brass chain from the light bulb danced above his head.
GLADYCE: The brass chain from the light bulb danced above his head.
LIZZY: Look at the chain dance!
AMY: Too late.
GLADYCE: I was too late.
LIZZY: He pushed me down.
AMY: I don’t want to see them!
AMY: He pushed me into the wall.
LIZZY: I want my
GLADYCE: He hit me again.
AMY: I couldn’t move.
LIZZY: Stop! Please!
GLADYCE: I saw a flash.
AMY: Something flashed.
LIZZY: I saw silver.
GLADYCE: Oh my God!
AMY: Please God!
GLADYCE: A knife.
AMY: A blade.
LIZZY: What are you doing?
GLADYCE: I’m dying.
AMY: I’m dying.
HARRY: Close your eyes.
HARRY: So it won’t hurt.
AMY: And it was over.
GLADYCE: It came so quick.
AMY: He kissed me.
GLADYCE: Then he put the knife here.
AMY: I was gone.
AMY: I was so small.
GLADYCE: I never realized how little I was.
LIZZY: Look. A little girl. It’s me.
AMY: It is you.
GLADYCE: I’m Gladyce. This is Amy.
LIZZY: My name is Lizzy.
AMY: Hold my hand.
LIZZY: Why is he kissing me?
AMY: I think he’s saying goodbye.
GLADYCE: He kissed my nose.
AMY: My lips.
LIZZY: What will he do with me?
GLADYCE: He buried my knees next to my mother’s front step. He did it in the middle of the night.
AMY: He’ll put you away.
LIZZY: In little holes?
AMY: In little holes.
GLADYCE: In damned little holes!
AMY: Then he will forget.
GLADYCE: He will forget.
LIZZY: His memory is broken?
AMY: He’ll look out his window.
GLADYCE: He’ll forget and look out his window.
LIZZY: Out his window…
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