Evening. Cool, but crisp and clear. CARA and TOMMY are walking their favorite long walk, snaking through the side streets of Squirrel Hill. ZOE MAE is in the stroller, and ROCCO is being a dog. There are an unusually large number of people out and about, given the relative cold. Halfway into the walk, ZOE interrupts:ZOE MAE: I want a steamboat. I want a steamboat. Zoe steamboat? I want a steamboat.
CARA and TOMMY exchange puzzled looks. ROCCO doesn't seem to notice.ZOE MAE: I want a steamboat! Steamboat?
ALL stop walking. TOMMY crosses in front of the stroller and bends down:TOMMY: You want a steamboat?
ZOE MAE: Please?
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