JAMIE
It doesn’t snow here that often, does it?
SHEILA
No, it doesn’t. Rarely.
(SAMMY ENTERS)
I can’t hardly remember the last time we had a really deep
snow. Morning, Sweetheart.
SAMMY
The deepest snow event began on Monday, February 11, 2019. 20.2
recorded during the month at Sea-Tac airport.
JAMIE
That’s a lot of snow!
KATIE
I don’t think of you getting snow like that.
SAMMY
It was the seventh most snow in one month since 1895.
KATIE
Who keeps track of that?
SAMMY
Climate scientists at the National Oceanic and Atmospheric
Administration.
JAMIE
And they did this since the 1800s?
SAMMY
Yes. Tracking began in 1870.
JAMIE
How in the hell…
SAMMY
Aunt Jamie, please.
JAMIE
Sorry, Sammy. This information is somewhat surprising to me
and I forgot myself. I’ll do better.
KATIE
Well, after that bit of information, I guess I won’t hope for
a snowball fight with you anytime soon! What does everyone want for breakfast?
Pancakes?
SAMMY
No.
KATIE
Ok. How about…
SHEILA
I got it. Sammy, waffles or toast?
SAMMY
You chose.
SHEILA
Ok, sure.
KATIE
Then pancakes it is!
SAMMY
No!
KATIE
Waffles are almost pancakes.
JAMIE
With that logic, pancakes are nearly waffles too. Let him have
what he wants. Waffles are fine.
SHEILA
It will be fine. They share a lot of the same ingredients and
I think I have enough for both. You too went overboard on the groceries yesterday.
KATIE
We just wanted to help.
SHEILA
And you did! Thank you! I wasn’t complaining.
JAMIE
Of course not. Just a lot of stuff. Got it.
SHEILA
Small kitchen, and it is just the two of us.
KATIE
Four of us.
SHEILA
For now.
JAMIE
We aren’t cutting and running anytime soon.
SHEILA
Sure.
JAMIE
We care. We are staying.
SAMMY
Staying? Forever?
KATIE
Not forever.
JAMIE
But, for a little while.
SAMMY
What is your timeline?
SHEILA
We haven’t discussed it, Sammy. I called and they came.
KATIE
Yes and here we are ready for breakfast! Getting those
pancakes…I mean waffles ready for all of us. Here. Now.
SHEILA
I could split the batter and, with a few tweaks, do some of
each. No biggie.
KATIE
Waffles aren’t fluffy.
SAMMY
Yes. They are not.
SHEILA
That’s the appeal, right, Sammy?
SAMMY
Yes!
KATIE
Oh.
JAMIE
It’s food we are hungry and we’ve got a plan, so let’s do it!
Katie and I can get this done. Sheila, you and Sammy relax. Breakfast will be served
shortly.
SAMMY
Too much.
JAMIE
Do you mean too soon, Sammy?
SAMMY
No. Too much.
(JAMIE and KATIE EXIT to the kitchen to cook. SAMMY
comes over to his Mom and scoots in beside her. SHE covers him with the
blanket)
SHEILA
Bright eyes, are you awake?
SAMMY
My eyes are open.
SHEILA
Yes, but did you sleep?
SAMMY
You asked if I was awake, Mama.
SHEILA
I heard you up till very late, well, early this morning.
SAMMY
Cannot sleep.
SHEILA
Me either.
SAMMY
Aunt Katie snores loud.
SHEILA
Yes, I can hear her upstairs too when everything is quiet at
night.
SAMMY
Too loud.
SHEILA
But she stops and starts, but then she was quiet and you were
still up and around. Anything I can do for you?
(SAMMY cuddles closer)
Hey, hey remember you’re bigger than me. Put your head here.
Ok, better?
(No reply but takes her hand, like he’s examining it)
I used to take my Mama’s hand and turn it over looking at it
just like you do. I had her hands memorized. The way they felt and all the rough
or smooth spots. I thought about what they held or did during the day. Your
hands have outgrown mine with your long fingers compared to my short stubby
ones. But, you’ll not really outgrow this, will you?
(SAMMY takes his blanket and moves to another chair by
himself. KATIE ENTERS)
KATIE
We’ve got bacon or sausage. Which do you want?
SHEILA AND SAMMY
Bacon!
(Lights down for END of SCENE 2)
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