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Orlean stares at photos of orchids on her bulletin board. She can't find a way in. She looks over at her husband reading. He smiles at her. She smiles back, but there's a terrible distance between them. She looks at us sadly.
ORLEAN
I wanted to want something as much as
people wanted these plants but it isn't
part of my constitution.
Orlean stares out the window at the empty street below. A plastic bag dips and rises in the breeze. She inhales.
ORLEAN (cont'd)
I suppose I do have one unembarrassed
passion.
(beat, looks back at us)
I want to know how it feels to care about
something passionately.