Story: Scott A. Bachmann | Art: Scott D.M. Simmons
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GAIL is on top of a fancy wooden backyard swingset. She’s dangling down a stuffed rabbit, holding it by the ears. MARK is trying to jump up and reach it.
You’re not even trying. Jump higher.
Give it back!
GAIL is sitting on top of a large, closed, toy chest.
(From inside the toy chest)
Let me out! I’ll tell mom!
Just push it open. I’m not that heavy.
GWEN is at the front door. She’s wearing a light coat and carrying a covered dish. LIZA is letting her in.
Where are the kids? Usually they run to the door before anyone else.
I don’t know. They’ve been playing quietly all day. I’ve barely seen them. Which probably means they’re up to no good.
LIZA takes GWEN’s coat and hangs it in a closet by the front door.
Am I early? I’m early aren’t I. I’m always early. I can never figure out that fall forward spring time thing so half the year I’m always early.
A high tech VTOL craft descends on the driveway in a low rumble. LIZA ducks her head out the front door to see it.
I’d say you’re right on time.