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In the Stewarts' home at night. Grandpa is sitting in the living room. He is balancing his checkbook. Robbie enters and speaks with his grandfather.
Robbie：Where's Mom?
Grandpa：She went to a school-board meeting.
Robbie：I don't know how she does it. She sure keeps busy.
Grandpa：It's important to her. There are lots of places to go, lots of things to do. She can't sit around and do
nothing.Philip works late.
Robbie：I guess you're right. I wish I had her energy.
Philip：[He enters the house.] Anybody home?
Robbie：We're in here,Dad.
Philip：Oh Hi, gang.
Grandpa：Hello, Philip. How was your day?
Philip：My day was just fine. So was my night.It's almost ten o'clock. Mmm, I'm starving.Um where's Mom?
Robbie：She went to a school-board meeting.
Grandpa：There's a note for you on the refrigerator.
Philip：Oh?
[Philip enters the kitchen and reads the note on the refrigerator door. It says,“Honey, will be home late. Sandwiches in the fridge and cookies on the table. See you later Love, Ellen.”]
Philip：[He opens the refrigerator door and takes out a sandwich. He then sits at the kitchen table.] Did you have dinner, Robbie?
Robbie：Yeah Mike and I had a hamburger at the diner. I came home a little while ago. You've been working late almost every night this week, Dad. Aren't you exhausted?
Philip：I don't have time to be exhausted.
Robbie：You and Mom haven't had dinner together with us in almost a full week.
Philip：Yeah, I feel bad about us not having dinner with the family, but our schedules are so different. Either I'm at the
hospital doing paper work, or Mom is at a committee meeting. I frankly don't know what to do about it.
Robbie：I'm worried about you and Mom. You really have been working too hard.
Philip：Well, I think I've had enough of that sandwich. [He leaves the unfinished sandwich on the plate and gets up from the table.]
Robbie：You didn't finish it.
Philip：It's not good to eat before going to bed. A cookie can't hurt, though.[He and Robbie each take a cookie from a plate.]
Philip：Well, I'm heading off for bed and a good night's sleep.
Robbie：Well, good night.
Philip：Good night, Son. [He goes into the living room.] Good niggt, Dad. I'm going to bed.
Grandpa：Good night, Philip.
Philip：Haven't you finished balancing that checkbook?
Grandpa：I found another mistake. I'll be off to bed myself in a minute.
Philip：OK. Good night. [He leaves.]
Robbie：I'm really concerned about them,Grandpa.
Grandpa：Concerned about whom?
Robbie：About Mom and Dad. They hardly ever see each other. Dad often works late, and Mom has all these committees she's on.
Grandpa：What do you propose to do about it? You have that look in your eye.
Robbie：I don't know, but there must be a way of getting them to spend more time together Quality time.
