December, Friday the 18th 2020-
Script - Ending:
Interior/Late Afternoon Sun setting:
Cleaning out a bedroom closet finding a large box U-haul with clear tape deteriorating. Little dusty and heavy.
Myla
Myles!!! Myles!!!
Myles
"What? Hey look what I did?"
Trying to show her his progress on the Nintendo Switch.
Myla
"It's too heavy. Give me a...."
Myles
"Cousin Joanie didn't have a lot of stuff."
Myla
"Look? All this paper. All this writing."
Myles looks over his shoulder.
Myla con't
"These are poems or lyrics... never heard any of this..."
Myles
"RRRRrrrr... There! I'm good AF!"
Looks again over his shoulder and yanks some papers from Myla.
Myles con't
"Cousin Joanie wrote this... sounds like stuff she say. Oh well..."
Myles tosses papers back to Myla
"I'm going back down stairs. You don't want none of me..."
Back to playing NS.
Myla, humming a tune that she always hums, drags box toward stairs)
