Back in library Jack and David are laughing as Chord hung around over by the statue in the back of the library, singing to herself and looking around. Curly Fry was looking through the books, pulling a few out and then replacing them in other areas of the library, giggly hysterically.
" No, no, man; you got a middle name?" Jack asked looking over at David.
" Yeah, guess." David tried to hold a smile.
" I bet I could." Denton said coming up behind him David as Chord snuck around the side, moving closer to the conversation, and suddenly sitting next to them.
" Your middle name is Ralph, as in puke." Jack, David and Denton stared back at her in confusion. " your birthday is March 12th, you're five- nine and a half, you weigh a hundred and thirty pounds and your social security number is 0-4-9-8-0-9-1.3." Jack smiled at her impressed.
" Wow, are you psychic?" he asked.
" No." Chord smiled sheepishly.
" Well, would you mind telling me how you know all this about me?" David asked as Chord reached in her bag.
" I stole your wallet." She produced it in her hands and grinned.
" Give it to me," David held out his hand.
" No." Chord said flatly.
" Give it!" David started to jump at her, but Denton held him back. Chord sighed and reluctantly handed over the wallet as David glanced through it, making sure that nothing was missing. " This is great.you're a thief too! Huh?"
" I'm not a thief!" Chord shot back defensively.
" Multi-talented!"
" What's there to steal? Two bucks and a beaver shot!"
" A what?" Jack asked.
" He's got a nudie picture in there! I saw it, it's perverted!" Chord yelled.
" People say I'm perverted." Denton confessed to David.
" All right, let's see it!" Jack smiled trying to take the wallet from David.
" No!" David yelled.
Spot started to brush his teeth with one of Rave's cosmetic brushes, looking in her compact mirror. Rave opened up Spot's wallet, looking through the pictures.
" Are all these your girlfriends?" she asked.
" Some of them." He shrugged.
" What about the others?" she asked.
" Well, some I consider my girlfriends, and some.I just consider."
" Consider what?" Rave questioned.
" Whether or not, I wanna hang out with them."
" You don't believe in just one guy, one girl?"
" Do you?"
" Yea.that's the way it should be."
" Well, not for me."
" Why not?" she asked again.
" How come you got so much shit in your purse?" he questioned defensively, clearly not wanting to answer her question.
" How come you got so many girlfriends?"
" I asked you first."
" I dunno," Rave shrugged. " I guess I never throw anything away."
" Neither do I." Spot answered.
" Oh.."
Back over at the table with Chord, David, Denton and Jack, Jack had some how managed to get a hold of David's wallet. Curly Fry and Race were sneaking around, and finally found themselves at the table looking at all of David's stuff.
" This is the worst fake ID I've ever seen!" Jack said looking closely at a picture as David laughed. " Do you realize you made yourself sixty eight?"
" Oh, I know.I know, I goofed it up." David sighed.
" Goofed it up? You fucked it up kid!" Race laughed taking out his wallet. "See, now here's a fake ID." He said showing off his.
" What do you need a fake ID for?" Jack asked.
" I need it to buy lottery tickets and to gamble." Race said.
" So I can vote," David shrugged as Chord looked up suddenly.
" You wanna see what's in my bag?" Chord asked.
" No!" They all said at the same time, Chord looking hurt and resentful. She suddenly dumped out all her contents out of her bag and onto the couch just to spite them.
" Holy shit! What is all this stuff?" Jack asked turning to see a pile of junk.
" Damn girl! You got everything but the kitchen sink!" Curly Fry laughed.
" Do you always carry this much shit in your bag?" David asked.
" Yea. I always carry this much shit in my bag.You never know when you may have to jam." She shrugged.
" Are you gonna be like a shopping bag lady? You know, like, sit in alleyways and like to talk to buildings and wear men's shoes and that kind of thing?" David questioned, as Curly Fry held back a giggle.
" I'll do what I have to do." Chord said.
" Why do you have to do anything?" David asked.
" Why not?" Race looked at him.
" My home life.is un.satisfying." she answered slowly.
" So you're saying you'd subject yourself to violent dangers of the Chicago streets because your home life is unsatisfying?" David asked.
" I'd go to New York, maybe Brooklyn or Harlem," Curly Fry sighed.
" I don't have to run away and live in the street..I can run away and go to the ocean, I can go to the country, I can go to the mountains, I can go to Israel, Africa, Afghanistan." Chord replied rudely.
" Jack. you wanna get in on this? Chord here says, she wants to run away, because her home life is unsatisfying." David nudged Jack.
"Well everyone's home lives are unsatisfying. if it wasn't, people would live with their parents forever." Jack shrugged.
" Yeah, yea, I understand. But I think that hers goes beyond you know, what guys like you and me.consider normal unsatisfying." David tried to whisper.
" Never mind! Forget it, everything's cool!" Chord yelled putting everything back in her bag.
" What's the deal?" Jack asked.
" No! There's no deal, Sporto! Forget it, leave me alone!" Chord yelled picking up her bag and running started to get up.
" Wait a minute. Now you're carrying all that crap around in your purse. Either you really wanna run away or you want people to think you wanna run away." Jack went on.
" Now he's a doctor," Curly Fry muttered under her breath and rolling her eyes.
" Eat shit!" Chord yelled walking away.
" The girl is an island, with herself. Okay?" David tried to calm Jack off the subject, but Jack just got up and went after her.
" Hi, you wanna talk?" he asked.
" No!" she shot back.
" I'm bored, you wanna play cards?" Race asked pulling out his deck again.
" Get off it," Curly Fry got up and walked away leaving Race sitting there dumbfounded.
" Why not?" Jack asked again.
" Go away." Chord ordered trying to ignore him.
" Where do you want me to go?" Jack questioned.
" Go away!" Chord repeated. Jack shrugged and turned away as Chord started to cry. "You have problems." she called as he walked off. Jack spun around.
" Oh, I have problems?" Jack asked.
" You do everything everybody ever tells you to do, that is a problem!"
" Okay, fin.but I didn't dump my purse out on the couch and invite people into my problems! Did I? So what's wrong? What is it? Is it bad? Real bad? Parents?" He questioned as Chord cried silently.
" Yeah." she replied as Jack nodded.
" What do they do to you?"
" They ignore me."
" Yeah, yea." The both stood there as Chord sobbed silently, Jack wiping at tear from his eye.

Back in the basement Pulitzer and Weasel were still sitting and talking among the old filing cabinets, desks, chairs and maps.
" What did you want to be when you were young?" Pulitzer asked.
" When I was a kid, I wanted to be John Lennon." Weasel smiled.
" Weasel, don't be a goof! I'm trying to make a serious point here. I've been teaching, for twenty two years, and each year.these kids get more and more arrogant."
" Aw, bull shit, man. Come on, Joe, the kids haven't changed, you have! You took a teaching position 'cause you thought it'd be fun, right? Thought you could have summer vacations off.and then you found out it was actually work. and that really bummed you out."
" These kids turned on me.they think I'm a big fuckin' joke."
" Come on.listen, Joe, if you were sixteen, what would you think of you, huh?"
" Hey.Weasel, you think I give one rat's ass what these kids think of me?"
" Yes I do."
" You think about this.when you get old, these kids; when I get old, they're gonna be runnin' the country."
" Yeah?"
" Now this is the thought that wakes me up in the middle of the night. That when I get older, these kids are gonna take care of me."
" I wouldn't count on it!" Weasel half-laughed as Pulitzer sat there, pondering the statement for a moment.