Better Places to Go
“Linda is sitting at one of the tables, hunched over a bowl of soup. It is evident she is hungry.
Ricardo is on his hands and knees, scrubbing the floor. A bucket of water is nearby.
The radio is on.) RADIO ANNOUNCER. Winds have reached 50 miles per hour in parts of the state. We’ve got enough rain to fill an ocean. The temperature has continued to drop. Folks, it’s getting cold out there. Stay warm and hopefully the storm will pass over us soon. Here’s a little something to heat things up. (Music begins to play. Judy rushes inside from the main entrance, wet from the rain. She is carrying a grocery bag with her. She turns off the radio.) JUDY. (To Linda:) Oh good. You’re eating. How are you feeling?
LINDA. Much better, thank you.
JUDY. You are a precious thing. Do you know that? I could curse your folks for throwing you out.
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