FATHER: No, I mean it, Janet. Let’s go on a cruise. MOTHER: You and your ideas. I’m no going on any cruise with you. That’s all I need is for something to happen... FATHER: So what could happen? I could die? I could die on a boat just as easily as I could die in my own house. MOTHER: (Looking at him with disgust.) You know, Lou, you make me sick. SON: I don’t understand. Why are you talking to him like that? A cruise doesn’t sound like a bad idea. MOTHER: I told you I’m not going on any cruise with him. You know, you’re stupid. You’re both stupid. FATHER: (Waving his hand at her in disgust) I don’t know how I’ve lived with you all these years, Janet. Don’t go. Don’t go. I don’t give a God-damn. I’ll go by myself. Meanwhile, I’m going in to watch the ball game. (Father exits. Mother continues to drink tea and puff on her cigarette.) SON: (to audience) He died the next day. I was at a friend’s house when my aunt called. “You better go to your mother,” she said. “Your father’s dead.” I’m sure he died on purpose. He was determined to take that trip one way or another. Well, he did. He fooled her after all. It was okay with me. We had made our peace, he and I. MOTHER: Oh God, what am I going to do? SON: You can come live with me. MOTHER: With you? SON: Yes, with me. MOTHER: You’ve got some case. You want me to come live with you, the way you live?