Lights up:  Saturday.  Morning.  The garden.  It is empty.  Chandler
enters, carrying a tote bag over her shoulder.

CHANDLER:	Hello?  HELLO!  Mattie?  Adele.  Anyone here?

Chandler puts down her bag.

CHANDLER:	HELLO!!

Mattie runs in.

MATTIE:		Chandler?  CHANDLER!!  

Mattie embraces her.

MATTIE:		You made it!  You're here?  You're early?  I wasn't
		expecting you until late.

CHANDLER:	I took the early bird flight. 

MATTIE:		You should have let me know.  I would have picked you
		up.  Oh, I should have ...

CHANDLER:	No big deal. I took a cab. 
		
MATTIE:		A cab costs $40.00! 

CHANDLER:	$52.50, to be exact.  Coming down Wyoming Avenue
		I sat forever at the lights - waiting for them to turn
		green - watching the meter run up.

MATTIE:		You should have called!  (hugging her again)  I can't believe
		it's you.  I was afraid you wouldn't come.

CHANDLER:	I couldn't very well ignore a telegram saying ... "STOP! ...
		Virgin crying in our backyard!!" .... (teasing)  You're not 
		still a virgin are you?  You can do it now Mattie, you're a 
		grown woman.  It's allowed.

MATTIE:		Chandler, I have kids.

CHANDLER:	Adele is a virgin?! 

MATTIE:		Stop it!  It's bigger than that.

CHANDLER:	Bigger than Adele?

MATTIE:		She's not that big anymore.  She's lost all kinds of weight.  She 
		did it first with that Richard Simmon's Dial-A-Meal.  With those 
		little cards ... one for carbohydrates, one for vegetables, one for
		meats, one for desserts...

CHANDLER:	Oh, for God sakes, Mattie, who's crying in the backyard?!

MATTIE:		The Virgin Mary.

CHANDLER:	The Virgin Mary?  Our Virgin Mary.

MATTIE:		That's what Adele said.  She saw it.  Real tears.

CHANDLER:	On that old statue?

MATTIE:		God works in mysterious ways.

CHANDLER:	Not that mysterious.