Do what?
Do you think I ought
to go after her?
No.
That poor, dear girI.
I feeI just awfuI.
- But she seems so-
- She's fine.
She's perfectly fine.
- Now, who wants a baked potato?
- I do.
Me.
Julian, potato?
I'll take the turkey.
Actually, have you ever noticed
that Julian wears crew necks?
That doesn't mean he wouldn't
wear a V-neck if he had one.
He's younger, you know.
I don't know if you realize that.
Two years.
But he's got a younger style of living.
Singles apartments and so on.
He's tired of all that.
Don't try to spoiI this, Macon.
I only want to protect you.
It's wrong, you know,
what you said at Thanksgiving.
Love is not what it's all about.
There are all kinds of other issues.
He ate my turkey and didn't get sick.
Two big helpings.
I got this car for only $200.
That's because it needed work.
But I took it to Dominick,
this boy down the street.
I go, Dominick, here's the deaI.
You fix my car...
...I'II let you use it three nights
a week and all day Sunday.
Wasn't that a good idea?
Very inventive.
Hi.
What a good boy.
Give him lots of praise.
- We'll both go in the drugstore.
- Is it safe?
Have to try it sooner or later.
Too pink.
What are you doing for dinner
tomorrow night?
For dinner?
Come and eat at my house.
Come on, it'll be fun.
Just for dinner.
You and me and Alexander.
Say 6:00.
It's 51021 st Street.
Know where that is?
Well, I don't believe I'm free then.
Think it over.
How old did you say
Alexander was?
He's 7.
Have you thought?
Have you given any thought
to coming to dinner?
Oh, I...
...could come.
If it's only for dinner.
What else would it be for?
Here he is.
Hi, sweetie.
Alexander, this is Macon.
Can you say hi?
You're young to be at the doctor's
without your mother.
He's used to it. He's had to go often.
He's got allergies.
I see.
He's allergic to shellfish, milk, eggs
and most vegetables.
We think he may be allergic to air.
Whenever he's outside a long time,
any uncovered skin gets these bumps.
If a bee stings him
and he hasn't had his shots...
...he could be dead in half an hour.
Dear Muriel...
...I am very sorry...
...but I won't be able to have dinner
with you tomorrow after all.
Something has come up.
Regretfully...
...Macon.
I've got a double-barrelled shotgun
and I'm aiming it where your head is.
It's Macon.
Macon.
What are you doing here?
Last year...
...I- I lost-
I experienced a loss.
I lost-
I lost my son.
He was just-
He went into a hamburger joint...
...and then someone came...
...a holdup man...
...and shot him.
I can't go to dinner with people.
I can't talk to their little boys.
You have to stop asking me.
I don't want to hurt your feelings,
but I'm just not up to this.
Do you hear?
Every day I tell myself
it's time to be getting over this.
I know that people expect it of me.
But if anything, I'm getting worse.
The first year was like a bad dream.
I was clear to his door in the morning...
...before I remembered
he wasn't there to be wakened.
But the second year is reaI.
I've stopped going to his door,
I've sometimes let a whole day pass by...
...without thinking about him.
I believe Sarah thinks I could have
prevented what happened somehow.
She's so used to my arranging her life.
Now I'm far from everyone.
I don't have any friends anymore.
And everyone looks triviaI
and foolish and...
...not related to me.
Just sleep.
Lie down and sleep.
What is it, Mom?
Go back to sleep, baby.
Everything's all right.
I just want to sleep.
Can you take this off?
I'm bashfuI.
- Hey there, Macon.
- Hey there, girls.
- Going to see MurieI?
- I thought I might.
- You brought your own dinner.
- Yeah.
- Good idea.
- You bet.
All right, Gunther!
Pizza man. Extra-large
combination, no anchovies.
I'm allergic to pizza.
What part?
What part are you allergic to?
Pepperoni? Sausage? Mushrooms?
We can take it off.