(Jill is 19, and afraid for becoming emotionally involved. She has just met the attractive young man who lives in the next apartment.)
JILL: You're thinking I don't look like a divorcee. They're usually around thiry-five with tight-fitting dresses and high-heel patent leather shoes and big boobs. I look more like the kid in a custody fight. I really can't talk about Jack. No, I will talk about him. Once in a while it's good for you to do something you don't want to do. It cleanses the insides. He was terribly sweet and groovy-looking, but kind of adolescent, you know what I mean? Girls mature faster than boys. Boys are neater, but girls mature faster. When we met it was like fireworks. I don't know if I'm saying it right, but it was a marvelous kind of passion that made every day like the Fourth of July. Anyway, the next thing I knew we were standing in front of a justice of the peace getting married. I mean there we were getting married! I hadn't even finished high school and I had two exams the next day and they were on my mind, too. I heard the justice of the peace saying, "Do you, Jack, take Jill to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Can you imaging going through life as Jack and Jill? And then I heard "Till death do you part" and, suddenly, it wasn't a wedding ceremony. It was a funeral service. You know that wedding ceremony is very morbid when you think about it. I hate anyhting morbid and there I was being buried alive...under Jack Benson. I wanted to run screaming out into the night! But it was ten o' clock in the morning. I mean you can't go screaming out into ten o'clock in the morning...so I passed out. If only I'd fainted before I said "I do".
