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INT. ROOMING HOUSE—FRONT BEDROOM—CLOSE ON. NIGHT.

DOROTHY as she bolts upright in the bed with a startled gasp! Her eyes are opened wide in stark terror.

MALE VOICES LAUGH, HOOT and make REBEL YELLS in the street outside the rooming house.

DOROTHY turns to VIVIAN, who is fast asleep in the bed they are sharing.  A legion of cloth curling rags run riot in both of the girls’ hair.

                        DOROTHY
                (shaking VIVIAN)
       Vivee, Vivee, wake up!  Do you hear 
       them?  Wake up!  I'm afraid!

VIVIAN groans and swats her hand away, mumbling:

                        VIVIAN
       Unh, unh…quit it, Dorothy Jean.

SOUND of the TRUCK ROARING OFF down the street.

                        DOROTHY
       Listen!  I think they've gone.

VIVIAN rolls over to a fetal position, her back to DOROTHY.

                        VIVIAN
       Go to sleep…
 
                        DOROTHY
       I can’t.  I’m too scared to sleep.
                (pause)
       Vivee…?

VIVIAN snores quietly.  She is fast asleep again.