(On Sunday mid-afternoon.)
Cassie: That’s the seventh time you’ve played the song, “Let It Go,” Genevieve. I think that’s enough for now, okay? I can hear Charlie The Kid moaning down the hall.
Gigi: Stop saying that! I HAVE to play it. I’m in a Sunday mood.
Cassie: What’s a Sunday mood?
Gigi: It’s all gray and boring and the long minutes never go by. I have to play the song and sing it and get over my mood.
Cassie: How many more times will it take?
Gigi: Probably twenty.
Cassie: (sighing) Fine. Turn it down, though.
Gigi: Nope. It has to be LOUD. Very loud.
(I walk past Charlie, who is pacing and holding his head as if in severe pain.)
Cassie: (shrugging) Hey, I tried.
Charlie: I heard the whole thing. Sunday mood. God help us all.