INT. TRAIN CAR - DAY11 A cashier hands a boy, 13, his change across a counter. Theboy stuffs the coins in his pocket. He lifts the cardboardtray with two hot dogs, a bag of chips, and two Cokes. Thisis Claude.We follow him: He carefully carries the meal down the aisle,balances it in one hand as he opens the door.The train noise blares as he traverses the area between cars.He enters the new car repeating the balancing act. He waits while a man shoves his back-pack onto the metal rack abovethe seats. Claude hurries a bit more now, his concentrationalternating between the food and the path.He sits next to a brunette woman. He hands her a hot dog.CLAUDEHere.He’s met by a severe and pinched face. The eyes have blackcircles -- there is a scar above her lip. Claude instantlyblushes and mumbles:CLAUDESorry.He gets up and hurries a few seats further. He slides nextto a pretty brunette woman, late 30’s, with straight shoulderlength hair. Her name is Margot.MARGOTThat was quick.CLAUDEI sat next to the wrong person.MARGOTReally? Where?She stretches up and peers over the seats. He grabs hershirt.CLAUDEPlease don’t look. She’ll see you.MARGOTCareful with my blouse.
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