Melanie:
[When Evie walks on Melanie having a cigarette in her bedroom]
Don't ever start smoking.
Evie:
Is everything okay, Mel?
Melanie:
Yeah.
[pauses]
Melanie:
No. Evie, I'm sorry, but I think it's time for you to go home.
Evie:
I can't go home. Brooke had a convention in Bakersfield. She said she sent you an e-mail.
Melanie:
I guess I didn't check my E-mail.
[laughs nervously]
Evie:
I'm sorry, Mel. I hope it's okay that I'm here.
Melanie:
Well, I guess it's gonna have to be, isn't it?
Evie:
Her boyfriend hits me, Mel.
[sits down on Melanie's bed and pulls her hair back to reveal a bruise on her neck]
Evie:
He grabbed my throat and he threw me against his van.
Melanie:
[gasps softly]
Oh, Jesus.
[sits down beside Evie on the bed]
Melanie:
Where's your mother, baby?
Evie:
[sniffles]
She - she passed away.
Melanie:
I didn't have a mother when I was your age either. I know how hard it is. I do.
[she and Evie hug each other]
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