SON: Hello. MOTHER: Harry? SON: Mom. Hi. How are you doing? MOTHER: Harry, your father’s gone. SON: What are you talking about? MOTHER: Your father’s gone. His ashes are gone from the closet. I don’t know who would do such a sick thing, but someone has taken him. SON: Unnh...Mom...I...unnh...they...unnh..his ashes aren’t gone. I have them. MOTHER: (After a moment of silence.) You...have...them? SON: Yes, I have them. They’re...he’s...I...it’s in the car. MOTHER: In the car? What are they doing in the car? SON: They’ve been there since Dad died. MOTHER: Since he died? That was two years ago. Your father has been in the car for two years? SON: Well, not exactly. I mean it’s not really Dad who’s in the car. After all...it’s only his ashes. MOTHER: What do you mean only his ashes? What are they doing there? SON: I...he...you...I just didn’t think they belonged in the closet. MOTHER: I want them in the house, do you hear me. I want them in the house, now!