Three young women sewing.
One: No way.
One: What’d her parents say?
Two: Don’t know. They must have flipped. I hear they kicked her out. She had to move in with her aunt Beth out in Ottumwa.
Three: Wait. Didn’t she just get knocked up?
Two: I heard that.
One: Frisky old lady.
Two: It’s her first, dude. She’s been trying for, like, thirty years.
One: Took ‘em that long to figure it out.
Three (peeved): Seriously?
Two: Yeah, that’s uncalled for.
A fourth girl walks in.
Four: Hey team.
One: You hear about Marine?
Four shakes her head.
One: She’s pregnant.
Four (surprised): Who’s the father?
One: She’s not telling. But my money’s on Joel Thea.
Two (upset): No!
Three (confused): What?
Two: Joel’s mine.
Three: He, like, looked at you once.
One: When you were six.
Two: You can’t deny he’d be a catch.
Four: Is he jetting, or does he want to be a daddy?
One: Your daddy.
Three sighs. Awkward moment.
One: I don’t know. I’m guessing he’s going to break up with her. He swears it wasn’t him. Ironic, yeah? Ms. Goody-Goody with Mr. Perfect?
Two: He’s still mine.
Three: This seam look okay?