Class elections are coming up, and Kate wishes her running mate would just go away, until her wish comes true.
A birthday banner hangs overhead. Happy Birthday, Kate. Doris and her daughter, Kate, sit at the kitchen table, next to each other. Doris hands her daughter a shiny book shaped package.
Happy birthday, pumpkin.
Kate eyes her mother and then the package.
Open it, silly.
Kate tears open the package and discovers it is a diary
It’s not just a diary. It’s a wish diary.
A wish diary? Mom, give me a break.
You write stuff down and it will come true.
Doris pulled the key out of her jeans pocket and handed it to her daughter.
In my hands, I hold Excalibur. Ha ha.
Why are you giving this to me?
You’re thirteen now. You deserve to have privacy, but at the same time, I don’t you want you to stop believing in music.
Are we in Iowa, because that was corny.
Mother and daughter share a chuckle. Doris holds her arms outstretched.
Are you too cool to give your mom a hug?
Kate rolled her eyes.
I guess not
Mother and daughter hug.
You and dad are going to stay away from my party tonight?
Doris (nodding her head)
Of course. I’ll be in my garden and your dad has a lot of papers to catch up on grading.