AGNESS

SCENE 1

9/12/89

Dear Mom,

Me and Age are having an amazing time here in Ukraine! We just visited this beautiful place called Saint Sophias Cathedral. It made our eyes melt! Ill send you some pictures in my next letter! We are planning on going to plenty more land marks on our trip.

And don't buy me any presents for my birthday. I'm 18 and Age is all I need. He is so sweet, adventurous, and treats me like a queen. I couldn't ask for anything more. I can see it now mom! "Mrs. Maria; Mrs. Maria Estel Ventur."

On our first night, we stayed in this foreign, strange, and dirty little hell hole of a motel. We spent 30 minutes talking with the manager who knew almost no English, trying to tell him we wanted to stay the night. He kept flapping his rotten gums on and on in Ukrainian, and kept pointing to a greasy, fluorescent-lit fast food joint across the street. He finally understood when Age brought 20 dollars out of his wallet and moved the mans fingers to point at a room.

Our room was small, and none the less uncomfortable. My bed was squished down, springs poked out of the mattress, and the wallpaper was at least 20 years old. It was awful, but Age was my night in shining armor. He brought me roses from an old, shattered greenhouse down the alley, and snuck pillows out of an unlocked, neighboring room from down the hall to cover the springs. Did I mention he was sweet?

It was hilarious because the house-cleaning lady didn't even notice him as he snuck behind her. I watched from our door as the plump, little lady was basically dancing her way through the hall with ear plugs in, pumpin' up when he walked right behind her. Then when she did notice, she started going crazy and yelling at the manager.

We laughed our butts off the whole night, cuddled, and bounced around the room. I wish to stay here forever. Our love is so strong mom.

I love you so much mom, and I miss you so much my stomach hurts. Don't worry, the days will fly by like the wind and we will be together again. I will write when my heart needs you to hear. Till then. <3

SCENE 2

9/17/89

A bulky, obnoxious phone rings loudly, hanging on a wall in the Slayn residence. Maria's mother comes to the phone with surprise, curls her long brown hair behind her ear with the phone now pressed against her face.

Familiar emotional sniffles prod and poke her ear. "Maria? Maria is that you? Honey? Whats wrong? Tell me please." Her brow rises with sympathy, and her grasp on the phone tightens.

"He couldn't swim.-" Maria shakes, and tears seem to flood the phone line.

"MARIA?" An uprising of motherly concern overwhelmed the phone line. "Maria sweetie? Come home!"

"The ring," She weeps. "I didn't know about the ring."

A dark sorrow envelopes her mothers ear.

"Maria, come home please."

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