Page 141 of Gifted & Talented

They look at each other for a while.

Meredith: I’d like it if you wrote to me.

Eilidh: Okay.

Pause.

Eilidh: Wait. Will you write back?

Meredith sighs exasperatedly.

Meredith: Fine.

Eilidh: I just want to talk to you.

Meredith: I do talk to you.

Pause.

Meredith, grudgingly: I love you.

Eilidh shakes her head.

Eilidh: You’re only saying that because I screamed at you.

Meredith: Well, yeah. I didn’t realize you didn’t know.

Eilidh: The genius/idiot complex strikes again.

Meredith: Take care of Arthur.

Eilidh: Why? He already has all hands on deck.

Meredith: Too many hands on that deck.

Eilidh: Literally every single hand is on that deck.

Meredith: Please stop talking about our brother’s deck.

Eilidh: What are you going to do in prison?

Meredith: It’s prison, Eilidh, not St. Bart’s.

Eilidh: I really wanted Chirp to work.

Meredith: I know. That’s why I’m going.

Eilidh: You told me you could make me happy.

Meredith: I shouldn’t have done that.

Eilidh: No, I’m saying—I’m saying thank you. Because in at least one instance, you were right.

They share a moment of sentimentality.

Meredith: Okay, well. I’m going to take a shower. Want pizza?

Eilidh: Yes please.

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