Inside JENNA’s house. JENNA points to the couch.
JENNA: Wait here.
NINA sits, looks around, rises, walks around the room and takes it in. She settles back down on the couch.
WILLIAM, Jenna’s brother, shouts from the bedroom.
WILLIAM: Goddamn it!
William hops into the room, in pain. He sees NINA but treats her presence as if she’s always there. He hops across the room on one foot and throws himself on a couch. He’s barefoot, wearing pajamas. He grabs his foot and inspects it.
WILLIAM: That’s a piece of glass! There’s a hole in my foot. There’s an iceberg in my foot.
NINA: You stepped on glass?
WILLIAM: Right when I got out of bed.
NINA: There’s broken glass on your floor?
WILLIAM: It wasn’t on the floor. It was on my stuff.
NINA: What stuff?
WILLIAM: The stuff on my floor!
NINA: You walk around on your stuff?
WILLIAM: Apparently so! Damn! This is big.
NINA: What kind of glass is it?
WILLIAM: I don’t know.
NINA: How’d it get there?
WILLIAM: I don’t know!
He touches it.
NINA: Be careful.
He goes at it with both hands.
NINA: Don’t squeeze it. It’ll go deeper.
WILLIAM: Would you mind?
He extends his foot into the air for NINA to have a look.
NINA: No thanks.
WILLIAM: You got a problem with feet?
WILLIAM: I could use some help. Can’t you see I’m in pain?
NINA: You’re her brother?
WILLIAM: Yeah. Do you have any tweezers?
NINA: Not with me.
WILLIAM: There’s a pair in the bathroom, second drawer. Would you mind?
NINA: Where’s the bathroom?
WILLIAM: Through there.
William inspects his foot.
NINA returns without tweezers.
NINA: Can’t find ‘em.
WILLIAM: Have you got fingernails? Could you give me a hand here?
Reluctant, confounded. Yet, after a moment, she goes to him and grabs his foot. After working with his foot for a moment, she gets the piece of glass.
WILLIAM: Geez. Look at that.
NINA: Pretty big piece of glass.
She gives him the glass and he puts it on the coffee table.
Nina exits to wash her hands and returns, drying them with a paper towel.
NINA: You don’t know how it got there?
WILLIAM: Probably a broken glass or something.
NINA: Why don’t you pick it up!
WILLIAM: I can’t see it. There’s stuff everywhere.
NINA: Clean it up.
WILLIAM: Nobody cleans my room. I don’t allow people in there.
NINA: It’ll happen again.
WILLIAM: God. I hope not.
NINA: Your mom doesn’t care?
WILLIAM: I’d have to be dead before she’d go in there.
He leans back on the couch and inspects the piece of glass.
NINA: Did you just now get out of bed?
WILLIAM: Looks that way.
NINA: You work late?
WILLIAM: Work? Hell no.
William studies the piece of glass that was in his foot.
WILLIAM: Damn. It’s a triangle.
NINA: Don’t you go to college?
WILLIAM: I did. My dad wants me to go back.
NINA: Did you go to Wiles?
NINA: I knew you from somewhere.
NINA: Did you work somewhere?
WILLIAM: I recently completed work on a fascinating project over at the Nook ‘N Cranny.
NINA: That place? What’d you do there?
WILLIAM: Washed dishes.
NINA: What do you do now?
WILLIAM: This. I hang out at Winger a lot, in the computer lab.
NINA: Why don’t you just go there?
WILLIAM: Winger? Hell with that place.
Looking at her in a different way — for the first time — with some interest.
WILLIAM: What are you doing here?
NINA: Waiting for Jenna.
The two of them disengage for a moment — looking at the walls.
NINA: (to herself) That toboggan’s not in there.
JENNA: Are you happy? I woke her.
NINA: You get it?
JENNA: Can’t find it. I’ll buy you one just like it.
NINA: Don’t you remember what you did with it?
JENNA: No I don’t.
NINA: That hat is impossible to replace. I got it in Delaware.
JENNA: You make it sound like some exotic place or something.
NINA: It’s a long ways from here.
JENNA: It’s not like it’s expensive.
NINA: Why would you borrow it, and then lose it and not care at all?
JENNA: It’s just a green toboggan! I’ll buy you two of ‘em!
WILLIAM: You’re talking about that green toboggan?
WILLIAM: That really nice one?
JENNA: It’s not that nice.
NINA: (to WILLIAM) You know where it is?
WILLIAM: Cheryl’s got it.
JENNA: How’d she get it?
WILLIAM: I loaned it to her.
NINA: Who’s she?
JENNA: His girlfriend.
WILLIAM: She’s not my girlfriend.
JENNA: She used to be.
WILLIAM: So she thought.
NINA: Call her up.
WILLIAM: I’m not talking to her. I hope I never talk to her.
NINA: Why’d you give her my toboggan?
WILLIAM: (to Nina) I didn’t know it was yours. (indicating JENNA) I thought it was hers. Cheryl liked it.
NINA: Call her.
WILLIAM: (to JENNA) You’re the one who owes her a hat.
JENNA: I can’t believe this. You jerk! What’s her number?
JENNA gets a phone.
WILLIAM takes the phone, dials the number, and gives the phone to JENNA.