INT. KIKI’S KITTY CAT CAFÉ Along the walls are a bunch of loose cushions and bean bag chairs – lots of soft stuff. Kids are running all over chasing and playing with all kinds of cats. High-top tables line the center of the room where trendy adults stand, sipping organic teas and ignoring their kids. Behind the coffee bar in the back is a 40-ish white woman with the build of a shot-putter – like from the Olympics. This is KIKI, and she watches on with a relaxed smile. A THIN WOMAN and TREVOR, her ten-year old, approach Kiki. THIN WOMAN We’re done. TREVOR But mom, just a little longer? THIN WOMAN Trevor, I said no. It’s time to go to your dad’s. (to Kiki) How much? KIKI Let’s see, two hours… THIN WOMAN (to Trevor) Wow, two hours. See? How good a mom am I? KIKI And six boysenberry
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