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Franco and Bassil glare at each other.
HAVAH
I can’t leave.
Julia looks sadly at Havah. Julia rubs Havah’s arm.
HAVAH
I can’t go through the door. My children need me. I will not leave them.
JULIA
Maybe they’ve...left before you.
HAVAH
If I pass and find them there, it will tear my soul in two.
JULIA
You can’t undo what’s happened, Havah. Whether your children are alive or not, you can’t change that.
HAVAH
But if they’re not.... My faith ignores the issue of an afterlife. If I go through that door, maybe that’s all.
JULIA
We’re all here, so there’s some sort of afterlife.
HAVAH
Maybe, maybe not. You saw me in the hospital. I’m not dead yet.
Julia chokes back emotion.
JULIA
Havah....
Julia prepares herself with a deep breath.
JULIA
Havah, staying here won’t bring your kids back. You don’t want to be stuck here forever. If you go through, and they’re alive, maybe you can watch over them. You know, like a guardian angel.
Havah holds her head in her hands as if to block out Julia’s comments.
JULIA
You might still be able to care for them that way.
Bonus procrastination:
Still plugging away at course work. "Flyboys" by the end of the week, maybe.
6 Comments:
LOVE it!
Dig it.
Thanks for playin'
That's really good stuff... the only problem being that now I want to read the rest.
All you gotta do is ask, Datter.
/me asks
heavy stuff. I like your choosing such a dramatic, philisophical moment. Though for all I know the whole script might be - it sounds pretty deep. Good work.
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