LADY
1
Hot
tea, Donna?
LADY
2
But
it’s after 7, dear.
LADY
1
Are
you playing that jewel game again?
LADY
2
No;
I’m looking for that website.
LADY
1
Oh,
it’s gone, I think.
LADY
2
I’m
afraid you’re right.
LADY
1
You’ll
have to read the old ones.
LADY
2
It’s
a shame.(LADY 2 turns away from her computer.)
LADY
1
’You
sure you don’t want tea?(LADY 2 shakes her head.)
LADY
2
You
know, Carol kept some nice journals.
LADY
1
I’d
heard that.
LADY
2
I
saw them. So much writing. There must have been more than fifty. And they were that black-and-white kind,
bound like books.
LADY
1
I
know what you mean---
LADY
2
Crammed
with writing. ’You know her writing?
LADY
1
Yes,
small.
LADY
2
(Agreeing)Tight. All her memories---from the ’60s and ’70s and on.
LADY
1
Even
the ’50s, you think?
LADY
2
Possible. What do you think happened to those
journals? Do you think they got saved?
LADY
1
With
her family? Oh no. Not with the things she’d have written.
LADY
2
But
they weren’t dirty . . .
LADY
1
Still, she and Frannie . . .
LADY
2
I
miss Frannie.(Pause)
Did you ever keep journals?
LADY
1
I
don’t see the point.
LADY
2
I
used to. But I threw mine away.(LADY 2 turns back to the computer.)
LADY 2 (Continued)
I’m
going to type a letter to the lady who runs the website.
LADY
1
What will you say?
LADY
2
I’ll say that we like
the stories and miss them. I’ll word it kindly.
LADY
1
Well
. . . ’can’t hurt.(LADY 2 types. FADE OUT.)
(FADE IN. Elsewhere, MRS. HO receives a kindly-worded missive from
Pasadena. She reads it, looks off into the beyond, considers, and presses
delete.)
END OF “TREMORS.”
