She finishes her syrup peaches, while listening to music.
She shoots some self-portraits by her Polaroid, mandatory grimace.
* * * * * * * * * * NO MORE RAIN - SUN RAYS OVER THE CITY Mathilda is at a public phone.
MATHILDA:
...Good day, Madam, may I talk with Jenny, please?
JENNY:
Yes?
MATHILDA (smiling) ...It's Mathilda.
JENNY:
HEY!! But what did you do?! What happened?? It's months you've disappeared. Everyone thinks you got killed, at school, above all since some FBI guys got to school and asked a lot of questions about you!
MATHILDA (surprised and proud) Huh?... Did they ask you any questions?
JENNY:
Yeah, pal! And I didn't say anything, I said I don't know you. But do you know what did she say, that stupid Raphaella?
MATHILDA:
No?
JENNY:
She told them you wanted her things and that she wasn't surprised police looked for you! Can you believe it?!
MATHILDA:
A**hole. But she won't miss anything, that. You'll see.
JENNY:
Good, what are you going to do? Do you come back?
MATHILDA:
No... I can't... I got tired. I want to live my way.
JENNY (surprised) ...Did you leave alone?
MATHILDA (smiling) ...No.
JENNY:
(shouting) YEAH! I was sure! Come on, tell me! I know him?
MATHILDA:
No.
JENNY:
Come on, sh*t, tell me! Is he beautiful?
MATHILDA (moved) ...Yes, I think.
JENNY:
I can't believe it! "Yes I think"... How she kids me! I can't believe it! And did he pass your threshold or not?
MATHILDA:
...What?
JENNY:
Well... Did you sleep with him or not?
MATHILDA:
No... Not yet. He's very shy... and very sensitive.