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Karen Crider Profiles people
Karen Crider Profiles people. This is the third lesson. All this hopping around is confusing. lol.
What I learned: Not all of my characters are extreme. But they do carry the traits I assigned them. I learned this lesson when I was a child. But it’s as significant today as it was then. People as a norm do not change. Nature carries the genes. Nurture carries the consequence. Together, they form the person affected. Thanks.
Karen Crider Profiles people
Person #1: Jim: humorous, intelligent, laid back, frugal
Person #2. Carol: Persnickety, judgmental, charitable, harsh,
Person #3. Verda; indifferent, lazy, good hearted, laid back
Person #4; Max: patient, hen-pecked, dutiful, intelligent
INT. CAROL’S HOUSE-DAY—(Max and Carol)
Carol, her husband, Max, my husband, Jim, and I, relax at their kitchen bar sipping coffee.
MAX is recuperating from a stroke. His hands shake with a palsy. He stirs his coffee spilling it on the counter. Carol frowns. He rises to get a bit more sugar
#1 CAROL (and Max) Person one and two)
Carol grabs a towel and cleans up the spill.
CAROL
Like you need more sugar. Look at that gut!
Your clothes barely fit now!
He sloughs off part of a teaspoon.
BILL
Yes, dear. But coffee tastes flat without it.
The spoon clanks against the cup as he stirs.
ME (KAREN)
So, how about going out to eat with us this weekend?
Carol glares at MAX.
MAX squirms.
CAROL
My niece from Minneapolis is coming.
As usual, I’m the one who has to do
all the work!
She glares at Max…
MAX
…And every time I try to help, you come behind me
and re-do it. I offer to vacuum, but you always say
the vacuum’s not working.
JIM
(laughing)
I have a leaf blower you can borrow.
CAROL
Those girls of ours know who to call
when they need help. Where’s my
help when I need it?
MAX
(weary)
I don’t know, dear.
CAROL
Well, get your billfold out, cause I’m
not cooking. Get that crap out of your head
right now! And you’re doing the carpets!
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Person: 3, Verda.
INT. VERDA’S HOUSE-DAY
Verda’s house is tangled beneth a mire of North Dakota weeds. A fetish odor assaults our senses as we sidestep acres of debris. Holding our breath, we stumble to the door.
JIM
(shouting)
Verda, you home?
VERDA
(shouting)
Wait a minute.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! A gun goes off.
JIM
What in the world?
Verda is a short, squat woman with gray hair and wears dark sweats. She cracks the door, as if guarding it. The door slowly relents. A faded, painted-chipped, entry way greets us with garbage bags fulminating with decay. We hold our breath.
JIM
(laughing)
What’s all the shooting about? You getting
rid of Leon?
VERDA
(chuckling)
No, he’s shooting rats in the basement. We
get water down there every spring, and
the rats come with it. Come in.
BLAM! BLAM!
VERDA
(yelling)
Leon! Stop that! Jimmy and Karen are
here!
Leon trundles up from the basement, proudly displaying his new gun. He wears high top rubber boots, a grease covered coat and a Farmer’s Bureau hat crouching his glasses. His quick, gray eyes flit around the room like a sparrow.
LEON
(extends his hand for a hand shake)
Well, look what the cat has dragged in!
How long you been in town?
JIM
(eyeing the gun)
Drove in last night. Nice gun. Looks like a single shot, bolt action.
Leon hands it to Jim. He checks it out and hands it back.
JIM
Nice gun!
VERDA
It’s a 22 solid gold! Cost me $2,000.00. His Christmas gift.
Want some coffee?
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