Quirky Old Lady Confesses Compromise
** July 2 2012
Old lady in a rocking chair holding Zia’s hand.
Ol: oh no. Panem’s only been around for fifty years.
Z: I was told it was a hundred! I suppose a good deal of what I’ve been told must be false then.
Ol: better believe it. I remember when people were good, and talked—could talk—about God.
Z: Did they believe in God? In those days?
Ol: Of course. Everybody believed in G-d in those days. It was just a handful of atheists then.
Z: Then how did they take over?
Ol: we let them. Yes dear, this old lady wouldn’t be here if she didn’t keep her mouth shut. There were those that wouldn’t—goodness it’s been a long time—but we alienated ourselves from them. Most people made fun of them, and we didn’t notice when they disappeared somehow. Figured it was their fault for sticking their necks out of the nest. Then that little nest got taken away altogether. But it’s been a long time. We just have to make our nests a little sneakier…up in a tree, or up in a cove! Don’t be sad dear, did I make you sad?
Z: No, I’m not so sad. I wonder if…what it would have been like to have lived in those days.
Ol: Oh be glad you’re not dear! Those were crazy days—people hiding and shooting one another, war and famine…be glad you’re so safe.
Z: in my little nest? … [smiles] What if I want to fly?
END
Jubilation 
I want to see your whole script. Quite pumped, am I.