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Robbie and Tracey [i]are slum children. Compelled to work at an early age they have
been deprived of the average child's carefree existence. Although about fourteen years
old their attitude toward life is much more mature. Because[/i]Robbie's[i]brother is
incurable he has been refused admittance to the clinics. This makes the sensitive[/i]
Robbieespecially bitter. The scene is the rooftop of the apartment house where both of the children live...

Tracey. I ain't gonna bother you. I just come up here to sit awhile, and then I got to
go back.
Robbie. (Scowling.) Why don't you find some other place to sit?
Tracey. I always come up here. It's nice and quiet. We been makin' them artificial
flowers. We done fifty dozen already.
Robbie. (Sharply.) Don't you do enough at Thompson's without working home?
Tracey. I only do it to help mom out on Sunday's. She's got a lot and I don't mind.
I like makin' flowers.. Better than the shop. They're pretty, like real.
Robbie. You never get tired?
Tracey. (Laughing.) Sure,I do. What do you think? (Solemnly.) So I come up here
Sometimes it feels like a hump was growin' on my back. (She feels between her shoulder blades.) All a-time I keep fellin' if I got a hump. (Breathlessly, frightened at the thought.) I'd look awful with that on my back, wouldn't I?
Robbie. What do I care about how you look?
Tracey. (Resentfully conjecturing.) I wonder who wears them flowers anyhow.
Robbie. (Wryly.) Thompson's old lady. She wears 'em I bet.
Tracey. Yeah. I bet she's got a lot of nice things. I bet she's like them rich ladies in
the magazines. I bet she's got a beautiful house, with flowers.
Robbie. They got everything awright...
Tracey. Remember when we were kids, how nice it used to be. Used to come up
here 'n play, 'n never have to worry about nothin'. Remember once you 'n your
brother made an aeroplane from egg-boxes 'n you let me go in it?
Robbie. Oh yeah.
Tracey. We were going to visit the stars. You said there was people livin' on them,
'n they looked like stars themselves...
Robbie. (With a toss of his head.) Ah, that was when we were kids---
Tracey. Don't you wish you were a kid again? Sometimes I come up here 'n make
believe I'm a kid again 'n I look up in the sky 'n make believe how--(Suddenly cries out in delight and points as she looks off.) O-oh-look, Robbie--see there-a (She quietly catches herself and with a frightened glance, exclaims.) No-no-it was nothin'. I didn't see nothin.
.Robbie. (Looking off in the sky, with angry suspicion.) What did you see?
Tracey. (Evasively.) I thought I was something; but it was smoke - that's all-
Robbie. (Insistently, a growing fear in his tone.) There ain't no smoke there now
what did you see?--
Tracey. Nothin'. I didn't see nothin'. I was just imaginin'.
Robbie. So what are you makin' all that noise about? (Then.) Did you see a
fallin' star.?
Tracey. (Quickly, lying.) No. Cross my heart.
Robbie. (Trying to dismiss his fear with a laugh.) So what? So what if you did see one? You think it means someone is - (He gulps and then cries out harshly.) You're
screwy, that's what.
Tracey. You once said--
Robbie. (Quickly; hotly.) I never said nothin' like that. 'N if I did I was just trying to scare you, that's all. You think maybe it means-
Tracey. No-no-I didn't see----
Robbie. He ain't gonna die, see. Not while I'm around. Where are them guys? They
said they were gonna be here. If they don't show up soon, I'm gonna go myself.

"If we will seek the counsel of the One who keeps us, and not of our own understanding; Then we would accomplish much, much more" - ~Jeannie Simpson~

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