Wednesday, July 4th, 5:00pm
Cary (and DeeDee)
Cary sits at the window. DeeDee takes the seat beside him.
DeeDee: Oh my God, I don’t believe it.
DeeDee: It’s you! Can I get your autograph?
Cary: Whatever for?
DeeDee: You’re the guy!
Cary: What guy?
DeeDee: The guy who wrote that book. You know the one … that book!
Cary: I didn’t think anyone had read my book. (smiles) Do you have something I can write on?
DeeDee: Yeah! (searches through her purse and comes out with a pen and paper) Sign it to DeeDee please.
Cary signs her paper. DeeDee looks at the signature.
DeeDee: Thank you so much, Mr. …
Cary: Thomson. Cary Thomson.
DeeDee: (stares, confused) Wait, what book did you write?
Cary: The Strange Disappearance of the Hippopotamus on the Night of All Hallows Eve.
DeeDee: Not that other one? About the War of 1812?
Cary: Sadly, no.
DeeDee: Never mind then. (crumples up paper)
Cary turns to the window, dejected.
Next stop: Thursday, July 5th, 5:00pm