Thursday

(Street sounds; door opens; sounds of television, baby crying and Mother

in the kitchen)

MOTHER: Eh, back so soon? You know, don't you have a decent pair of pants

you can put on? You look like a...a PIG walking in the street! Your hands,

your face-filthy! You disgust me! I can't believe you live in this house!

You repulse me. I want to throw up! (Phone rings) Goddamn kids!

(Door opens and closes)

MOTHER: Right! Slam the door again on me! You know, you're just like your

father! (Voice becomes muffled; sound of answering machine tape rewinding)

BOSS: Yeah, I'm callin' 'em now...Hello? Hello? Pick up the phone! Where

the fuck are you? What's the matter, you just decided not to come to work

today? What the fuck is wrong with you? Ya fuckin' lowlife! Hey, you know

what? Don't even bother coming in anymore. I've had enough with you and

your shit. That's it, you're fired. You understand me? Fired. Don't come

back here, fuck you, and goodbye. (Silence on machine; sound of cigarette

lighter; beep)

MRS. GLICKER: Hello, this is Mrs. Glicker. I'm calling to reach you about,

to let you know, that, uh, you, you're not graduating this year because

you are failing two subjects and I need to see you as soon as possible. Be

in my office on Monday at 8:30 a.m., promptly, and we'll discuss this

matter further. Thank you. Bye. (Phone hangs up; silence; beep; shuts off

machine)

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