How old are you?

Thirteen.

So am I. I can't wait till I'm eighteen and get my own car and stay out dancing till midnight.

I'll be fourteen November 12th.

No kiddin'? That's my birthday too.

Isn't that peculiar? November 12th?

Um huh. Funny, isn't it?

[Gets up off the bed]

Uh oh. This one's full. [Looking around] Hey! What do ya know? It's stopped raining.

[Both outside sitting on the step]

What is your mother like?

I can't remember her.

Did she die?

Nope. Busted up with Dad when I was young. But she was fabulous. Absolutely fabulous!

How do you know?

There used to be a picture of her on Daddy's desk. But once he caught me looking at it and it's never been around since. Hey! You wanna come to the commissary and get a popsicle with me?

Can you only think about your stomach at a time like this?

At a time like what?

Don't you feel it? Don't you know what's happening? Don't you find it peculiar that we both look so much alike, and have the same birthday?

It's just one of those things. Isn't it?

Will you come inside a minute? Please?

[Back inside]

Mother always says I'm psychic. You know, that I can sense things when something odd is going to happen. I always get goosebumps. Look.

So what?

[Sharon reveals the picture of her mother]

I don't understand. What are you doing with her picture?

It's my mother.

But it's my mother too.