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SIN: Hey, nice digs, Gladys!

JIMMY: (excitedly)   Hey, it’s Sin!

SIN: You bet it is, buster.  Fist bump!

SIN and JIMMY do a fist-bump-explode greeting.

GLADYS: How … how did you get in here?

SIN: Through the back door.  (smile)  You left it wide open.

GLADYS: I didn’t mean to.

SIN: (smile) They never do.

JIMMY: Do you ride a motorcycle?!

SIN: Sometimes.  Want a ride?

JIMMY: Yeah!

GLADYS: No!   

JIMMY: Aw, come on, mom.

SIN: Kid wants a little ride, Gladys … what’s the harm? 

GLADYS: You, Mr. Sin, are not taking my child for a ride.  Not now. Not ever!  In fact, I refuse to allow you in this house! 

SIN: (shrug)  I’m already here. 

GLADYS: Not for long!   (beginning to push him towards kitchen door) Out, out, out!  

SIN: You could show a little hospitality to an old friend, Gladys.

JIMMY: An old friend?!

GLADYS: He is not an old friend to me, he’s an old …acquaintance.  Good-bye, Sin!

She pushes SIN out the kitchen door.   SIN shrugs and exits SL. 

GLADYS: (pushing sofa up against the kitchen door)   One thing I’ve learned about Sin, sweetheart, is that you can’t mess with him.  You can leave nothing to chance.  You’ve got to bolt every back door, every window and – at all costs – you have to keep him out.  (locking front door)  Because once he gets in and gets comfortable, he’ll … he’ll … he’ll never leave!  He’ll take over the whole house!

SIN: (entering from audience)  You know, the problem with you, Gladys, is that you’re just too uptight.  You need to relax a little.  You’re gonna pull a moral muscle or something.

GLADY stands agape.

JIMMY: Wow!  He’s good! – Huh, Mom!

SIN: Aw, thanks, kid.  Eat your peas and go to church and you can grow up to be just like me.

GLADYS: I … I don’t understand.   I locked every window.  Every door!

SIN: (holding up Jimmy’s tablet)  Well, not this one.

Gladys’ jaw drops.

JIMMY: You came in through a tablet?!

SIN: (smile)  You betcha, Slugger.    Get yourself a smart phone and I’ll be right there in your pocket!