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by Tasha Foresman-Earl
Scene 1
Grandpa: Where's my breakfast boy?
I'm sick in bed and you don't even have the decency to bring my flapjacks!
You know I run a tight ship around here!
Lucas: I'm coming! Hold your
horses!
Grandpa: Don't you take that tone with
me! You just remember whose the boss here!
Lucas: Sorry, sir. I overslept
this morning. I was up late last night, looking at Vega.
Grandpa: Chasing them damn stars again?
I tell you, when I was on the U.S.S. Kittyhawk, there was no gallivanting off into
the night at all hours. We had to go to sleep at twenty-two hundred hours and be up
at oh-six hundred. When our drill sergeant told us to jump, we said how high, sir.
Maybe you could learn a little from being in the navy. It's about time you
could be a man, not some little boy with one of them little, senseless optic viewers!
Lusas: My telescope! What's wrong
with it? It's the last thing mom gave me before she...
Grandpa: She what? Left you?
She ran off and stuck you here with me! A sick old man who can barely support
himself!
Lucas: Why are you letting me stay then?
Grandpa: Where else are you going to
live? Do you want to be some old hobo living out of a dumpster and selling stolen
merchandise for a living? You go ahead! We'll see how far that takes you in
life! Be thankful |
