[As often as he always is, Dr. Brown looks puzzled.]
[Cut to Delia standing on a chair trying to reach the top shelf in a closet. Ephram walks in.]
EPHRAM: [rushing to her] Hey! Hey. What are you doing? Get down. It's not steady.
DELIA: The chair was too short.
EPRHAM: What are you looking for anyway?
[Delia has a box.]
DELIA: These.
EPHRAM: Mom's Thanksgiving books?
DELIA: [correcting him] The 'grateful' books. This one's last year.
EPHRAM: [reading] "We are grateful for Ephram's piano playing, which sounds like angels dancing on the keyboard." "We are grateful for Nonny's successful hip operation."
DELIA: [pulling out another one] The one before is even better.
EPHRAM: You know, I used to think these things were stupid.
DELIA: You told her they looked like a third grade art project.
EPHRAM: I was a punk.
DELIA: She thought it was funny. Besides, she knew you really liked them.
[Ephram stares at her for a moment and picks up on her unhappiness.]
EPHRAM: You know, there'll still be a Thanksgiving this year, Delia.
DELIA: It won't be the same.
EPHRAM: You don't know that.
DELIA: Yes, I do. Dad just wants to bring the food in containers, there's no parade down the street and Mom's not here to make her book.
EPHRAM: You can watch the parade on TV. Dad's not cooking, that's like an early Hanukkah present.
DELIA: It won't be any good this year. I wish Thanksgiving wouldn't come at all.
[Delia mopes off into another room leaving her brother looking hurt.]
[Cut to the end of Dr. Abbott's physical with Dr. Mason Lewis. He's just getting changed.]
DR. LEWIS: Why should this year be any different from last year? Or the year before that? Or the year before that? It's uncanny, Harold.
DR. ABBOTT: Ah, let me guess. PSA: 1.5, LDL: 118, HGL: 58bp 122/62, Heart rate 62 and weight, 8% below the insurance guidelines?
DR. LEWIS: You've been a textbook male for all the time I've known you. Don't know why you keep coming back in.
DR. ABBOTT: Well, if that's all, I'll be on my way. Until next year, Mason.
DR. LEWIS: Sure. Just need you to pop back in after the holidays for another MRI. Got any big Thanksgiving plans?
[Dr. Abbott starts to get nervous.]
DR. ABBOTT: Pop back in for another MRI?
DR. LEWIS: It's most probably nothing. The body scan we took picked up a small, um, I don't even know what to call it. A spot.
DR. ABBOTT: A spot?
DR. LEWIS: A growth. *Maybe*.
DR. ABBOTT: A growth? Way to bury the lead, Mason.
DR. LEWIS: This is absolutely nothing to be alarmed about. It could be anything. All these new technologies, they have their share of quirks.
DR. ABBOTT: Quirks?
DR. LEWIS: A disproportionate number of false positives. You know this, Harold.
DR. ABBOTT: Listen, if there's anything else you're not telling me...
DR. LEWIS: There's nothing I'm not telling you. This is just a precaution. But I want you to humor me. Come back in, that's it.
