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Show Woodworth/237 white. Snow white. Swear to me, Marty. "Wake her do it, or I won't ever play with you again." "Take off your clothes, Megan." "Why should I?" "'Cause I said so." Wegan is getting sniffley. Too bad. Jake won't play if she doesn't do it. "I will if you will," Megan says. "But he only said you had to." "But I won't if you don't." "Wake her take off her pajamas," Jake says. He turns and looks at them for the first time. What was that? Someone calling. fAarty, Iflarty, I^arty. Must be from the house. If they come now; Jake won't play. "Ok. I will." She looks up at Megan, standing in the doorway. Her hair is standing out all over her head. There is a cloud behind her. She is wearing a long t-shirt that says Exeter in the corner. "Take off your pajamas," Marty tells her. "What?" "Take off your pajamas." She begins to pull off her clothes. Someone is calling. Marty, Marty, Marty. Megan is coming over. "Take off your clothes, take off your clothes, take off your clothes." "What are you talking about?" She pulls her nightgown over her head, shivers in her nakedness. Wasn't there a bird? And a telephone wire? "Warty?" Megan crouches in front of her- "Are you ok?" Megan won't take off her clothes. Spoil sport. "ftarty?" She's getting scared. Mommie might catch them. Megan wow't talto off hcrclothes. Why should she, anyway? Jake |