K & Z are traveling to his school.
Z: Mom, you know that contest?
K: What contest?
Z: The one you told me to tell the teacher about, but she already knew.
The Elie Wiesel Holocaust Competition
K: Yeah.
Z: I’m supposed to write a paper.
K looks at Z; she is horrified.
K: THERE IS A PAPER DUE NEXT WEEK?
Z: I don’t have to submit to the contest though. It’s just due.
K: You don’t know anything about the Holocaust.
Z: Yes, I do.
K: You’ll have to do research.
Z: No I won’t. I read The Diary of Anne Frank last year.
K: SILENCE. She mumbles, “Lord, please help us.” when Z gets out of the car.
