05 Chapter 4

（Anne wanders aimlessly in the city. She stops in front of a Hairdresser's, and then goes in.)

Hairdresser: What a wonder hair you have!

Anne: Just cut, thank you.

H: Just cut? Well then, cut so?

A: Higher.

H: Higher? Here?

A: More.

H. Here.

A: Even more.

H: Where?

A: There.

H: There? Are you sure, miss?

A: I'm quite sure, thank you.

H: All off? 

A: All off.

H: You musician, maybe. You artist? Painter? I know! You model. model!

A: Thank you.

H: It's perfect. You be nice without long hair. Now is cool.

A: Yes, yes, it's just what I wanted.

H: Now why you not come dancing tonight with me. You should see. So nice. Is on a boat on the Tiberi, Tiber, the river by Sant Angelo. Light music, romantic, is very, very, very...please, you come?

A: I wish I could.

H: Oh, but your friend, I not think they recognize you.

A: No. I don't think they will.

H: Oh, thank you very much.

A: Thank you.

H: Ah, snorina, after nine o'clock I'll be there. Dancing on river. Remember Sant Angelo. All my friends...if you come, you will be most pretty of all girls.

A: Thank you. Good bye.

H: good bye.

(Anne is sitting in the plaza with her new haircut and eating ice cream. Joe, who has been following her, pretends to happen to meet her again.)

J: Well, it's you.

A: Yes, Mr. Bradley.

J: or is it?

A: Do you like it?

J: Very much. So that was your mysterious appointment.

A: Mr. Bradley, I have a confession to make.

J: Confession?

A: Yes, I.. ran away last night, from school.

J: Oh, what was the matter? Trouble with the teacher?

A: No, nothing like that.

J: Well, you don't just run away from school for nothing.

A: I only meant to be for an hour or two. They gave me something last night to make me sleep.

J: Oh, I see.

A: Now I'd better go get a taxi and go back.

J: Look, before you do, why don't you take a little time for yourself?

A: Maybe another hour.

J: Live dangerously. Take the whole day.

A: I could do some of the things I've always wanted to.

J: Like what?

A: Oh, you can't imagine. I'd like to do just whatever I like, the whole day long.

J: You mean things like having your hair cut? Eating ice cream?

A: Yes, and I'd like to sit in sidewalk cafe, look in shop windows. Walk in the rain. Have fun and maybe some excitement. Doesn't mean much to you, does it?

J: It's great! Tell you what, why don't we do all those things? Together.

A: But don't you have to work?

J:Work? No, today is going to be a holiday.

A: But you don't want to do a lot of silly things.

J: Don't I? First wish: one sidewalk cafe coming right up. I know just the place: Rokers. What'll the people in school say when they see your new haircut?

A: They'll have a fit. What would they say if they knew that I spent the night in your room?

J: Well, I'll tell you what: you don't tell your folks and I won't tell mine.

A: It's a pact.