Chick Watches Snow Fall at the Window

(Buck walks into the room and finds Chick sitting on a chair looking out the window. Large snowflakes fall dense and slow past the window; the sky is white. “It’s Illegal To Frown In Pocatello” by Drew Danburry plays on the stereo.)

What’s going on?

Nothing.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

You’re just sitting?

Yeah.

Oh, okay.

I could sit here and watch it snow all day. It’s like a kaleidoscope—only with ice instead of tiny jewels. Sometimes when I’m watching it I feel like I’m falling; other times I feel like I’m dreaming.

It’s just so beautiful!

I guess I’ve never thought about it.

Same with fire. I could sit in front of the fireplace all night. I could watch the snow fall all day and the fire burn all night.

Huh, that’s interesting.

Hmm?

Snow and fire—complete opposites but you love them both.

Mmm.

Okay, well, I’ll talk to you later.

Okay.

(Buck leaves. Chick stands up and walks to the couch. “It’s Illegal to Frown in Pocatello” ends; “Diamond Rings” by Deer Tick begins. Chick takes a blanket off the back of the couch and drops it by its corners to unfold it. She wraps it around her shoulders, walks back to the chair and sits down. She pulls the blanket tight around her shoulders and neck and leans forward toward the window.)