INT. MODEL T—DRIVING—CLOSE ON. DAY.

AUNTIE MAMA’s steely-eyed gaze as she faces the rear.

                      AUNTIE MAMA
        I asked you a question.

DOROTHY cowers under AUNTIE MAMA’s withering gaze.  She swallows hard.

                        DOROTHY
        Ma’am…?
 
                      AUNTIE MAMA
        Don't you "ma'am" me.  There's nothing 
        wrong with your hearing, young lady.  
        What did Vivian take from you?

DOROTHY is trapped, hesitant, and afraid to answer. 

                        VIVIAN
                (with evident relish)
        Dorothy Jean was reading this instead 
        of Pollyanna, Auntie Mama.

She hands the magazine to AUNTIE MAMA and then pokes out her tongue to DOROTHY.

                     AUNTIE MAMA
        Photoplay!
 
                        RUBY
               (driving)
        What?  Oh, no she wasn't…