In Susan's apartment. Susan and her sister-in-law Marilyn are eating the food from the Thai restaurant.
Marilyn:	What happened?
Susan:	The baby-sitter called. His daughter is sick.
Marilyn:	What's wrong?
Susan:	I think she has a stomachache. He's a good father.
Marilyn:	So ... what do you think of him?
Susan:	He's very nice. But I think he was nervous tonight. It was his first date in two years.
Marilyn:	Will you see him again?
Susan:	I hope so.
Marilyn:	This food is delicious.
Susan:	He didn't get a thing to eat.
Marilyn:	[She looks at the food on the table.] You ordered enough for three or four people, but I'm not complaining. The food is delicious. [There is a knock at the door.]
Susan:	Who is that?
Marilyn:	Do you think it's ...
Susan:	No. [She goes to the door and looks through the peephole.] You won't believe it, Marilyn!
Marilyn:	I believe it. Even without looking. [Susan opens the door.]
Harry:	Hi!
Susan:	How ... ?
Harry:	Your downstairs neighbor let me in.
Susan:	Did you go home?
Harry:	I did, but everything is OK, so I decided to come back. To apologize for leaving so early, I brought you a little gift. [He gives her a plant.] It's a bonsai tree for your new apartment. Hi, Marilyn. I hope it's not too late.
Marilyn:	Oh, not at all. We're still eating.
Susan:	Please, come in. Join us. It's our meal from the restaurant. And how is your daughter?
Harry:	Oh, she's fine. It was only a tummy ache.
Susan:	It's good that you went back.
Harry:	Yes, I think it's important for me to be there since her mother died.
Susan:	I agree. Aren't you hungry?
Harry:	As a matter of fact ... I am hungry.
Marilyn:	There's lots of food left.
Harry:	[eating] Mmm, this is delicious!
Susan:	Enjoy!
Marilyn:	I'm going to excuse myself. [She gets up.] I have a lot of work to do to get ready for tomorrow. Good night, Harry. It was nice meeting you.
Harry:	Bye, Marilyn.
Marilyn:	Good night, Susan.
Susan:	Good night, Marilyn. [Marilyn leaves.] She's going to a fashion show here in the city tomorrow. She is sleeping here so she won't have to travel from Riverdale in the morning.
Harry:	You two must be close.
Susan:	We are. The whole Stewart family is close.
Harry:	I like that.
Later that evening ...
Harry:	And then, two years ago, my wife died.
Susan:	You miss her.
Harry:	I do ... yes, but I have Michelle ... and with time ...
Susan:	Is there anyone else in your life?
Harry:	No, not yet. What about you?
Susan:	Oh, I date occasionally, but my work keeps me busy.
Harry:	[He looks at his watch.] Ooh, speaking of keeping busy—I have an early start tomorrow, and the baby-sitter has to get home. [He starts to put on his jacket.] Where did the time go? It's midnight. Thank you, Susan. I had a nice evening.
Susan:	Me too, Harry. [She walks with him to the door.] Harry?
Harry:	Yes?
Susan:	I'd like to meet your daughter someday.
Harry:	Does that mean that I can see you again?
Susan:	Of course.
Harry:	Wonderful. I'll call you, and we'll go out to dinner.
Susan:	Please do.
Harry:	I promise I won't leave early.
Susan:	It was for a good reason.
Harry:	You know something?
Susan:	What?
Harry:	I think we're going to be good friends. Good night, Susan.
Susan:	Good night, Harry. Have a safe trip home. [She closes the door. A moment later there is a loud sound in the hall. Susan opens the door.] Are you all right?
Harry:	[He fell over the umbrella stand, and now he is picking it up.] Sorry.
Susan:	[She smiles.] I never liked that umbrella stand. Good night, Harry.