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.ps 14
.B 1

.SH
ANTIGONE + MAUDE
.R
.PP
.ps 10
"I don't care," she said.  The bridge was still burning.  Maude
flipped the tape over while Antigone strained through the windshield
to see their father, still conferring with his coworkers.  He was
taller than the other firefighters.  "He's never going to notice."
Antigone popped the glove compartment and extracted four double\-a
batteries for their knock\-off Walkman.  They'd been sitting there for
three hours.  Waiting for him to finish.

.SH
THEIR FATHER
.R
.PP
.ps 10
Bill just wanted to get paid.  The township honored invoices for every
run he showed up for, whether or not he bothered to suit up, and they
paid a bonus if a run exceeded four hours.  Bridge across the creek
was still on fire, so it was fair he was trying to milk this one for
all it was worth.  Stood up on his tip\-toes to check on the girls back
in the car.  They seemed all right.  He wondered what they were
talking about.

.SH
EUROPA
.R
.PP
.ps 10
The hand on his shoulder.  The hand removed.  We'll talk about that
later.

.SH
THE DERELICT
.R
.PP
.ps 10
Some corny old song, slowed down.  Pink and teal.  Camera pans from
the entrance across potted plastic palms and fountains, introduction
to a derelict mall.  But the girls were home.  Antigone's room in the
hollowed\-out shell of a pretzel shop.  Maude with a whole Sears men's
department to herself.  Their father occupied the administrative
offices of the mall itself, random stacks of his stuff piled up on top of
random stacks of mall junk.  The skylights were leaking, and on a cold
day you had to watch out for stray puddles of water in front of the Radio
Shack.  The electricity inexplicably still on.
.PP
.ps 10
This was fine.