NONA:     Nah. She hates you.

INT. CARMA MADDEN'S HOUSE/ATTIC — NIGHT

The attic is a repository for old furniture, boxes of books and paper, stacks of curtain and tablecloths, musty mummified clothes, and bric-a-bracs defeated by time. A row of statues of saints is enshrined on the windowsill, giving the room some displaced sense of reverence.

Carma is sitting before an upright piano that looks more like an artifact of some glory days in the past. Today, it is her writing table as she composes longhand in a pad of letter stationery laid sideways on the keyboard.

CARMA:      (VO)   Dear Pope Francis. My name is Carma Madden, I'm a Catholic and I am your number one fan. I just want to let you know I'm with you when you said "Each of us has a vision of good and evil."

The pressure on the keys begin to produce a discordant and eerie combination of notes.

CARMA:     (V.O.)   "We have to encourage people to move towards what they think is good." Your words help me cope with a mysterious affliction that can be understood only if seen through the eyes of someone like you. I believe we're kindred spirits.

INT. CARMA MADDEN HOUSE/ATTIC — DAY

Carma is writing another letter...

CARMA:     (VO)   Dear Pope Francis. Although you haven't replied to my letters, I believe that your words, "God never gives someone a gift they are not capable of receiving," is really a message aimed at only one person: me.