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Richie and Margot sit near the edge of the roof, next to the falcon in its coop. Richie has an ice pack over his eye. He brushes his hand against the white feathers on the falcon’s neck.
MARGOT
I wonder what happened to him.
RICHIE
I don’t know.
(pause)
Sometimes when people have a traumatic
experience, their hair turns white.
Silence. Margot says quietly:
MARGOT
Well, I’m sure he’ll get over it.
Richie nods. Margot looks at him for a minute. She takes her inhaler out of her mouth and puts it in her pocket. She turns and looks at the top of the chimney. She pulls out a loose brick. She reaches behind it and takes out a pack of cigarettes and a matchbook. She looks to Richie. She points at the chimney.
MARGOT (CONT’D)
This was one of my first hiding places.
Richie studies the pack of cigarettes. It is still sealed, but the wrapper has faded.
RICHIE
How old you think those are?
Margot opens the pack, takes out a cigarette, puts it in her mouth, and lights it. She takes a puff.
MARGOT
I’d say about ten years.
Richie nods. Margot offers him a cigarette. He takes it, and she lights it. Margot puts her arm around Richie’s shoulder, and they smoke their stale cigarettes together.