Monday

(Street sounds; door opens; sound of television, crying baby and mother in
the kitchen)

MOTHER: Yeah, sure, now you walk in! You walk in now, four o'clock! You're
one hour late for dinner! You know, the school called me today and told me
you'd been playing hooky. Do you know that? Who do you think you are?
Don't walk away from me! Don't walk away from me!

(Door opens and closes; Mother's voice muffled; Kid takes off coat,
rewinds tape on answering machine.)

GIRLFRIEND: Hi. It's me. I just wanted to tell you that, I don't know if
you know this, but we haven't really been gettin' along lately. And, I
just don't feel the same anymore. And, I hope we can still be friends and
all, but I don't wanna go out with you anymore. Sorry.

(Long silence; Beep)