Caleb, what are you going to be when you grow up?
I'm going to be a lawyer. A very rich one. Maybe in the financial district.
Where is that?
Far away, where exciting things happen.
Oh. Why are you and Lochlan best friends? Wouldn't your brother be a better one for Loch? He's younger.
We used to have a lot in common. And no, Cole's a baby.
What does that make me?
A...zygote.
What's a zygote?
A fertilized egg.
Oh you're being gross now. Let's talk about some other things.
Tell me what you're going to do when you grow up, Bridget.
I don't know yet. The only thing I know is that I want to be in love.
Why?
It looks happy.
Do you think it is?
Why wouldn't it be?
Life is complicated, Bridget. You just never know if someone's happiness is real or a mask they wear when they have to face the world.
Do you wear a mask?
Of course.
Then show me what you really look like.
It's not an actual mask. That's a metaphor.
I know that. Show me what you really look like. And I don't think love is fake or sad, for that matter.
You're not like other girls. You're really forward and deep.
Thanks, I think. How many other eight year old girls do you spend time with?
Not very many.
So you're not an expert or anything. Maybe I'm typically eight.
I doubt it.
So show me the real you?
I don't think I can. You wouldn't like it.
Let me decide.
No, Bridget.
So..we should change the subject again?
No, because it's time for you to go in. Didn't you say your curfew was nine?
Aren't boys supposed to want to break curfew?
I don't have a curfew. I'm seventeen.
Lucky.
Not really. There isn't much to do here.
We should all run far away and join the circus then and spend our days and nights having fun!
That's the most ridiculous, unlikely thing, Bridget. You spend too much time with Lochlan, you even sound like him sometimes, and you've only lived on this street for a few months.
I like his ideas about life. And you said you wanted to go far away too.
My plans will happen. His won't. He doesn't have a hunger for anything at all except...nevermind, you have to go in. Stop tricking me into keeping you out longer.
Finish your sentence! I want to know!
No, in you go. See you on Saturday, maybe, if you get to go to the lake with the girls.
No, Saturday Lochlan's taking me out for milkshakes.
He is?
He drank all of mine after he punched you and he said he'd get me another one on the weekend. You want to come too?
No, thanks. But come to the lake afterward if you can. Everyone's going.
Is Lochlan going?
You'll have to ask him. But I hope not.
So I see you don't wear your fake happy face for him much, do you?
