“Vicki I don’t care what the ‘emergency’ is this time. You can’t just keep bringing them home!”
“Arthur, we talked about this when we got ma-”
“We most certainly did not.”
“We did. My work is my life. You knew that.”
“Sixty seven, Vickie. There are sixty seven in there.”
“They need me.”
“I need you. This family needs you. Do you know where Cheryl is right now?”
“In her room?”
“No.”
“Is she at the Sloane’s?”
“You don’t even know where your daughter is, but you know where sixty seven-”
“She’s probably with the boys and their machetes!”
“Oh, is that what this is about?”
“You bought our sons giant knives, Arthur, and you’re lecturing me about-”
“Our sons had a camping trip, Vickie, which you knew about for months. They needed them.”
“Well, my work needs me.”
“Your work?”
“Yes.”
“Your work needs you?”
“That’s what I said.”
“Vickie…you got fired four months ago. I’ve known the whole time.”
“That was the old place, Arthur. Of course you knew, we-”
“The new one, Vickie. I’ve known about the new one the whole time.”
“Oh- have you? Because I wasn’t fired. They’re just letting me work from home and-”
“They are not, Vickie. You were fired because you were amputa-”
“I will not stand here and listen to this!”
“Yes, you will! You have to! This is insane. Can you even smell the garage?”
“They need me! I’m saving their lives- can you even begin to comprehend that?”
“If the police find out-”
“Are you threatening me, Arthur?”
“No, I-”
“Because if you’re threatening me, Arthur, just come out and say it.”
“I’m not threatening you-”
“I have to say…I’m feeling very… . You wouldn’t go the police, would you?”
“Of course not, Vickie. But if-”
“Because if the police come here-”
“They won’t come here.”
“Well then it’s solved, isn’t it?”
“I…”
“Have you heard? The boys are helping with the Field Day.”
“I…yes, I’d heard.”
“Good.”
“Honey. The garage-”
“Where is darling Cheryl?”
“She’s out with the Schmidt boy. They just released him.”
“Such a wonderful young man.”
“Vickie, he’s…”
“Arts and Crafts was never the same, after they moved him.”
“I…”
“Cheryl could hardly do better. Don’t you think?”
“Yes dear.”
“Now, I have work to do. It needs me. Good night, Arthur.”
