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INT. PARENTS HOUSE – BEDROOM – DAY

Cluttered, boxes everywhere Isabelle sits on floor packing. Sophia enters.

ISABELLE
Sophia, you startled me. How are you?
I’ve been thinking about calling you.

SOPHIA
You look like you’ve been crying.
Are you Okay?

ISABELLE
I didn’t know when to tell you…
…or how to tell you. Sophia, your
father and I are getting a divorce.

SOPHIA
Seriously mom, how many times have
you and dad went through this.

ISABELLE
No. This time we are going to get a
divorce. You need to take the boxes
with your name on it.

SOPHIA
I’m sorry mom.
Tell me what’s going on.

ISABELLE
You know the history of your
father. How’s a person supposed to
cope?

SOPHIA
I don’t know. I didn’t cope well
myself. I’m not sure how to help.

INT. SOPHIA’S APARTMENT – LIVING ROOM – DAY

Living room/dining room a total mess.

Sophia looks out her front window. She focuses on Statue of Jesus across the street.

INT. ST. AGNES CHURCH – DAY

Ornate and mystical, Sophia walks up church steps.

SOPHIA (V.O.)
God, I know it’s been a while…
I wasn’t exactly faithful
during mass when I lived with my
parents.

She reaches the front door.

SOPHIA (V.O.)
You know Jesus is in my heart.
I’m just a weak soul.

She enters the door.

SOPHIA (V.O.)
God, I’ve messed up my life.
I thought everything would work out.

Mass is in the process.

SOPHIA (V.O.)
I need your mercy.

Tears fall her cheek.
She lifts her eyes upward.

SOPHIA
Please guide me on the right path.
I ask this in Jesus’ name.

Priest consecrates the bread and wine.
Bright light forms over the altar.
Sophia has a revelation of Jesus.
She’s dazed for several beats.

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…is in honor and memory of Tessa, my small Maltese born October 6, 1993, and passed away September 18, 2009.

I was considered the 3rd dog in Tessa’s pack. Her first master was the first dog, Tessa was the second dog, and I was the third dog. No matter what I’d do to gain respect or position in Tessa’s eyes… I was “ the third dog.” She was so adorable and such a character. I caved to her demands…and she was very demanding…which brought me joy and contentment. Her demands were begging for food and sitting on my lap.

Tessa had a few quirky personality traits based on her past…growing up in a less than ideal environment thrown into the backyard with two Dobermans to fend for herself. She was about 3 pounds at that time the runt and a spitfire. Not far from being a replica of me….she made me smile with joy at her attitude.

Quite the problem solver

She also liked mischief and got herself into some severe problems. Like the time she discovered chocolate candy on the coffee table and laid in wait for her moment to snatch the candy bars run upstairs and hide them under the bed until nightfall. In the middle of the night, I awoke to a banging noise. It was Tessa banging her water bowl against the metal stairs to get my attention. I soon discovered several empty candy wrappers, piles of vomit everywhere, and Tessa hitting the bowl. It is unbelievable that she survived that terrible episode eating more candy bars than I could… at one time!

Filled with inspiration

She will always be my inspiration and a reminder of perfection.

As I emerged in the second half of my journey as a storyteller, launched myself into the world of screenwriting, and left behind an entirely different phase of my life, I also had to let go of my friend…my companion my little spitfire Tessa.

I will forever be the 3rd dog.