EPHRAM: Really? You seem like such a well adjusted family unit.
AMY: Sure, my father's O.C.D. and my brother's A.D.D. and my mother is just plain crazy.
EPHRAM: And what are you?
AMY: I'm tired. And this dance is just making me feel worse. My mom keeps bugging me about it, it's like, no one understands why this is hard for me. I just wanted to ask him, you know? Like last year. I just wanna feel normal again, just for one second. Instead of how I feel now.
EPHRAM: If that's what you wanna do, then you should do it.
AMY: What are you talking about?
EPHRAM: Ask Colin to the dance. He's three hours away from here, four by bus. If we wanna make it back by dinner, we're gonna have to leave now.
AMY: Ephram.
EPHRAM: I'm serious, Amy. I would give anything to be able to talk to my mom again. I-It wouldn't matter to me if she'd be able to answer, I'd just be happy to see her.
[Amy looks at him and nods.]
[Cut to the Brown Clinic. Edna is on the phone talking to a patient. She's very irritated.]
EDNA: Because he's not gonna to be here this afternoon, that's why! So, you can either reschedule or you can keep your appointment and let me treat you. I'd be happy to shove a tongue depressor right up your...
DR. BROWN: [entering] ...Hey, Edna!
EDNA: Oh. I'll call you back, Pearl.
[She hangs up the phone.]
DR. BROWN: Is there something you'd like to talk to me about?
EDNA: Nope. Why?
DR. BROWN: Because you're scaring the sick people away and we don't charge.
EDNA: Doc. I think I'm depressed!
DR. BROWN: I didn't think you got depressed.
EDNA: Well, the cat's out of the bag. Apparently, I got feelings. It's got to do with my first husband, Hal Senior. I've been thinking about him a lot lately.
DR. BROWN: Any particular reason why?
EDNA: The particulars aren't important. I just know I wanna stop thinking about him. Now, how do I do that?
DR. BROWN: It depends. How do you normally deal with grief?
EDNA: I served two tours in 'Nam.
DR. BROWN: Denial, then?
EDNA: Pretty much. So what do you do?
DR. BROWN: Let's see. I uproot my family, move them to the middle of nowhere and open up a free clinic. But hey, that's just me.
EDNA: Husbands aren't as easy to wrangle as kids, for one thing, they're heavier.
DR. BROWN: What does Irv think about all this?
EDNA: I haven't exactly told him.
DR. BROWN: Well, I think that's your first step. Oh, I hate to dispense advice and run, Edna, but I'm late for school. So hand me some condoms and wish me luck.
[Cut to Everwood Elementary. Delia's sitting eating her lunch alone. Magilla comes up and stands at the end of the table with his back to her.]
MAGILLA: My mom said you can come over tomorrow after school if you want.
[Delia looks around, wondering if he's talking to her. Magilla faces her.]
MAGILLA: Are your ears broken or something?
DELIA: I thought you didn't like me.
MAGILLA: Don't be dumb. I talk to you, don't I? So do you want to come over, or not?
DELIA: I guess so.
[Cut to County High. Both doctors pull up in their vehicles. They get out and Dr. Abbott pulls some visual aids out of the trunk.]
