Our upstairs bathroom, early in the day. Jane leans over sink, face close to mirror. Lydia stands nearby.
Lydia: Since when did you wear mascara?
Jane: Since Adam’s Bar Mitzvah.
Lydia rolls her eyes as a first response. Jane keeps doing what she’s doing.
Lydia: Um, why?
Jane: So I look more alert.
Lydia widens her eyes, narrows them, and breathes out loudly. She exits.
Two chairs in a waiting room, late afternoon. Jane and Lydia leaf through old copies of People and Prevention.
Jane: Aren’t you glad your mother doesn’t dye her hair in three shades? She points at a picture on a magazine cover.
Lydia: Who’s that?
Jane: Wynonna Judd.
Lydia (looks at Jane, looks at picture, looks at Jane): Oh, yeah.