OPEN ON SHOTS of a quaint, coastal town on a clear, bright morning... The picturesque, old main street. The little elementary school. Leafy suburban streets. We land on one storybook house in particular... ...and SLOWLY MOVE IN on the large bay window that dominates the face of the house to see a woman, wearing a bathrobe, seated in a large, overstuffed white chair, staring out blankly. This is ANNA. ANNA (V.O.)
My husband used to tell me I have an overactive imagination. That I drink too much. That I can’t let go of the past. That maybe I’m just too fragile for this world. (then) He’s right about all of it. That’s why he left me.
A man passes, walking a dog. A few houses down an older woman is planting flowers. A woman pushes a stroller. Anna seems to take no notice. Until... A moving truck loudly pulls in front of the house directly across the street. Anna watches as the movers get out of the truck, but her attention is suddenly diverted to the house next door to that house. Her neighbor CAROL (40, hair and makeup done. What time does this woman wake up?) is getting her boys into her car. ANNA (to self) Shit. Anna jumps up and calls out upstairs... ANNA (CONT’D) Elizabeth! We’re gonna be late for school! INT. ANNA’S HOUSE - KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER As Anna hurriedly makes a peanut butter sandwich for Elizabeth’s school lunch... ANNA (calls out) Elizabeth, c’mon! Anna puts the sandwich in a ziploc bag and quickly stuffs it, a bag of chips and a juice box into a kid’s lunchbox.
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