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(BRANDY and her younger sister JANE sit amidst a jumble of things not sold at their mother’s estate sale.)
JANE: Just a minute. I want to show you something. (She exits, then returns with the 1940’s skirt described above. Beaming as she holds it up.) Look!
BRANDY: Where did you get that?
JANE: I saved it.
BRANDY: You saved it? Why don’t I have it?
JANE: Because you never saved anything because you were (Then with BRANDY chiming in.) “little goat bleat.”
BRANDY: Well, it should be mine. At least now.
BRANDY: Because it doesn’t mean anything to you.
JANE: Yes it does. It means I’m a pack rat.
BRANDY: It doesn’t mean anything—spiritual.
JANE: Spiritual? This is spiritual?
BRANDY: It’s an heirloom.
JANE: Exactly. My heirloom. My heirloom because I saved it.
BRANDY: But I’m the one who thought she was beautiful. I’m the one who wanted to dress like that.