Rad's Room

Rad Cliff is sitting at his computer, checking out the NBA website for the latest news about the basketball playoffs that he can no longer bet on, having run up a ten thousand dollar debt to Cliffton's most intimidating bookie, Thor. Bad enough he can't wager, but Thor has made it as clear as the water tumbling over a cliff into a Norwegian fjord that if Rad doesn't settle up his debt by next week, he'll be broke physically as well as fiscally.

The frayed condition of the young man's nerves is made evident by his over-reaction to the knock on his door. His twin sister, Carly, enters and, waving a piece of paper in his face, demands to know...
CARLY
What the hell is this all about? "Desperate"?! "Life and death"?!? If I really love you, I'll do whatever it takes?!?!
RAD
I swear, this is the last time I'll ever ask you for anything. I promise that I'll do whatever you want-- see a shrink, enter a program, even be nice to that creep Dylan Atkins...
CARLY
How much?
RAD
I know that I've got a serious problem. But it's not my fault! It's genetic. you heard what Grandmother said-- Father had it, Grandfather had it-- it's the curse of Cliff men to risk everything just to... risk everything.
CARLY
How much?
RAD
Ten thousand.
CARLY
You stupid idiot!! I don't have that kind of money!
RAD
Of course you do. I know you do.
CARLY
Well, of course I do. But not that I can get at. It's all tied up in long-term investments. I don't need ready access to that kind of money, why would I keep it around? Just to bail you out of trouble?
RAD
It's as good a reason as I can think of... Okay. How much can you put your hands on?
CARLY
Probably twenty-five hundred.
RAD
Great. I'll take it.
CARLY
Oh no you won't. If I give it to you, you'll blow it all on craps before the Cosa Norske sees a dime.
RAD
We're twins, for god's sake. You know what my kneecaps feel like better than anyone. Don't you want me to keep 'em?
CARLY
All right, look. You let me know where and when you're going to meet them and I'll meet you there. No way am I trusting you alone with my money.
RAD
You're a saint.
CARLY
Oh, don't thank me -- you're not only going to go to Gambler's Anonymous at the Chapel for three months straight, at least, but you're going to be nice to Dylan for the rest of the year.
RAD
For 25 measley hundred? How 'bout I don't hit Dylan for two months and I go to confession about the gambling?
CARLY
Take it or leave it.
RAD
I'll take it.
CARLY
Good. Now get some sleep. You look like shit.
RAD
Are you kidding? I've still got to raise the rest of the money... And Zulu goes on in an hour... And I want to update my home page...you know, put a plea for money up there, maybe for kneecap research?
Carly gives her brother a kiss and leaves him to return to his computer while she crosses the hall to her room and her bed, where Dylan is waiting for her.

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