In the kitchen in the Stewarts' home on Thanksgiving morning. Philip is drinking coffee.
Ellen:	OK, Philip. This is your third cup of coffee. We should get to work, or we won't be finished by dinnertime.
Philip:	I guess we must.
Ellen:	We must .
Philip:	OK. [He walks to the table in the center of the room.] The beginning of my famous Thanksgiving apple pie. [He picks up an apple.] One apple. Two apples. Three apples. Four apples.
Ellen:	Come on, Philip! Get busy with your famous apple pie. There's much more to be done.
Philip:	[thinking] Now, the ingredients.
Philip:	What goes into my apple pie besides apples? Ah, yes. Flour, sugar, butter. [He looks in the refrigerator and carries the butter dish to the table.] Butter, nice and cold and hard. OK, here are the walnuts. Last but not least, the reason my apple pie is famous—cinnamon. Cinnamon ... [He is looking for the cinnamon.] Ellen, Where's the cinnamon?
Ellen:	If there is any cinnamon, it's in the cabinet with the salt and pepper.
Philip:	[He opens the cabinet. He brings the spice rack to the table.] Salt, pepper, dill weed, garlic powder, cinnamon. Ellen?
Ellen:	Yes, Philip.
Philip:	Is it possible that we forgot to buy cinnamon?
Ellen:	Yes, it is possible that we forgot to buy cinnamon.
Philip:	Well, how can I make my famous apple pie without cinnamon? [Robbie enters.]
Robbie:	Good morning.
Ellen:	Oh, hi, Robbie. Good morning.
Philip:	Good morning, Robbie. Can you do me a favor?
Robbie:	Sure, Dad. What?
Philip:	Remember my apple pie on Thanksgiving? What do you love about it?
Robbie:	The apples?
Philip:	No. The ssss ...
Robbie:	Cinnamon!
Philip:	Right. We don't have any cinnamon.
Robbie:	I'll go down to Henry's grocery. He's always open. I'll get some for you.
Philip:	That's my boy! [He takes money from his pocket and hands it to Robbie.]
Ellen:	Oh, put your heavy jacket on, Robbie. It's cold outside.
Robbie:	Alexandra might call. Tell her I'll call her right back.
Ellen:	OK.
Philip:	Thanks, Son. [Robbie leaves.]
Ellen:	Uh, why does he always have to slam the door?
A little later. The telephone rings in the kitchen. Ellen answers it.
Ellen:	Hello ... hello, Alexandra. How are you? ... Fine. Robbie just went to the store. He'll be back soon. He said he'll call you. ... Oh, oh, I see. ... Oh ... certainly. Well, do you have the phone number there? ... Oh ... I see. ... Please, I know he wants to talk to you ... Thank you, and happy Thanksgiving to you and your family, too. Try to come by later for dessert ... Bye.
Ellen:	[to Philip] That was Alexandra. She and the Molinas are going to spend Thanksgiving with their cousins. She doesn't have the phone number.
Philip:	Oh, Robbie will be disappointed.
Ellen:	He'll be grouchy. Maybe she'll call back. She promised.
Robbie:	[He returns from the store.] Here's your cinnamon, Pop. It was a dollar and sixty cents. You forgot to ask me for the change.
Philip:	Or did you forget to give it to me? [Robbie gives him the change. Philip puts it in his pocket.]
Philip:	Thanks, Son.
Ellen:	Alexandra called.
Robbie:	I'll call her back.
Ellen:	She said she'll call you later. She's not at home. [Robbie dials Alexandra's telephone number anyway. She doesn't answer.]
Philip:	You should have your breakfast, Son. Make you feel better. Protein, vitamins.
Robbie:	She said she'll call back?
Ellen:	Yes, she did.
Grandpa:	[He enters the kitchen.] Good morning, everyone! Happy Turkey Day! What's wrong?
Robbie:	Nothing. [angry] Absolutely nothing. [He leaves the room.]
Grandpa:	What's gotten into him?
Ellen:	He missed a phone call.
Grandpa:	From ... ?
Philip:	Yes, Alexandra.
Grandpa:	It's nice to see young love. ... Oh, to be young again! Where's the coffee?