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In the kitchen in the Stewarts' home on Thanksgiving morning. Philip is drinking coffee.
Ellen：OK, Philip. This is your third cup of coffee. We should get to work, or we won't be finished by dinner time.
Philip：I guess we must.
Ellen：We must.
Philip：OK. [He walks to the table in the center of the room.]The beginning of my famous Thanksgiving apple pie. [He picks up an apple.] One apple. Two apples. Three apples. Four apples.
Ellen：Come on, Philip! Get busy with your famous apple pie. There's much more to be done.
Philip：[thinking] Now, the ingredients.
Philip：What goes into my apple pie besides apples? Ah, yes. Flour, sugar, butter. [He looks in the refrigerator and carries
the butter dish to the table.] Butter, nice and cold and hard. OK, here are the walnuts. Last but not least, the reason my
apple pie is famous----cinnamon. Cinnamon…[He begins to look for the cinnamon.] Ellen, where's the cinnamon?
Ellen：If there is any cinnamon, it's in the cabinet with the salt and pepper.
Philip：[He opens the cabinet. He brings the spice rack to the table.] Salt, pepper, dill weed, garlic powder, cinnamon.
Ellen?
Ellen：Yes, Philip.
Philip：Is it possible that we forgot to buy cinnamon?
Ellen：Yes, it is possible that we forgot to buy cinnamon.
Philip：Well, how can I make my famous apple pie without cinnamon?
[Robbie enters.]
Robbie：Good morning.
Ellen：Oh, hi, Robbie．Good morning.
Philip：Good morning, Robbie. Can you do me a favor?
Robbie：Sure, Dad. What?
Philip：Remember my apple pie on Thanksgiving?
What do you love about it?
Robbie：The apples?
Philip：No. The sssss…
Robbie：Cinnamon!
Philip：Right. We don't have any cinnamon.
Robbie：I'll go down to Henry's grocery. He's alway open. I'll get some for you.
Philip：That's my boy! [He takes money from his pocket and hands it to Robbie. ]
Ellen：Oh, put your heavy jacket on, Robbie. it's cold outside.
Robbie：Alexandra might call. Tell her I'll call her right back.
Ellen：OK.
Philip：Thanks, Son.
[Robbie leaves.]
Ellen：Uh, why does he always have to slam the door?
A little later. The telephone rings in the kitchen. Ellen answers it.
Ellen：Hello. …Hello, Alexandra. How are you?…Fine. Robbie just went to the store. He'll be back soon. He said he call you.
…Oh, oh, I see. … Oh… certainly. Well, do you have the phone number there? …Oh… I see. … Please, I know he wants to
talk to you. …Thank you, and happy Thanksgiving to you and your family, too. Try to come by later for dessert. …Bye.
Ellen：[to Philip] That was Alexandra. She and the Molinas are going to spend Thanksgiving with their cousins. She doesn't
have the phone number.
Philip：Oh, Robbie will be disappointed.
Ellen：He'll be grouchy. Maybe she'll call back. She promised.
Robbie：[He returns from the store.] Here's your cinnamon, Pop. It was a dollar and sixty cents. You forgot to ask me for the
change.
Philip：Or did you forget to give it to me?
[Robbie gives him the change. Philip puts it in his pocket.]
Philip：Thanks, Son.
Ellen：Alexandra called.
Robbie：I'll call her back.
Ellen：She said she'll call you later. She's not at home.
[Robbie dials Alexandra's telephone number anyway. She doesn't answer.]
Philip：You should have your breakfast, Son. Make You feel better. Protein, vitamins.
Robbie：She said she'll call back?
Ellen：Yes, she did.
Grandpa：[He enters the kitchen.] Good morning, everyone! Happy Turkey Day! What's wrong?
Robbie：Nothing. [angry] Absolutely nothing. [He leaves the room.]
Grandpa：What's gotten into him?
Ellen：He missed a phone call.
Grandpa：From…?
Philip：Yes, Alexandra.
Grandpa：It's nice to see young love. …Oh, to be young again! Where's the coffee?
