Excerpt from Belongings

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[THREE homeless women on a bench. One of them is lying silently.]
ROSE [indicates 3rd woman]
Look at her. She's sleepin' right through it all. Somebody could just walk off with her bags.
JULIA
We could peek.
ROSE
We wouldn't do that.
JULIA
She could have money in those bags. Tons of money. She could be one of them eccentric millionaires.
ROSE
Nothin'. She's got nothin' but crap like you and me. Old candy wrappers, stuff.
JULIA
Hags and bags, nothin' but rags.
[A young man enters, blowing bubbles. He remains oblivious to the women.]
ROSE [lost in memory or fantasy]
I was a bubble dancer, did I tell you?
JULIA
Shhh!
ROSE
I was!
JULIA
Shhh!
ROSE
A good one too.
JULIA [to bubble blower]
Hey, Mister!
ROSE
In a noisy bar.
JULIA
Mister!
ROSE [overlapping]
Everybody watched me. I sang sometimes. And everybody listened. Tucked dollar bills into my dress.
JULIA
Could you spare some change? I said, could you spare some change? I got a sick friend here. [indiciates 3rd woman]
ROSE
They all listened. And watched.
JULIA
Mister? Do you hear me? Mister? [calling after him]
ROSE
You might say I was a star! [The man exits. Pause.] I drop things sometimes. For the sound. I drop pencils and books and pots. Pots are good. They make a loud sound. Let's me know I'm still here. Still alive. Do you ever do that?

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