Do you still love us? Why’d she ask you to leave? Hi, Eli. He has permission to sleep over. Go, Mordecai. Read it back to me so far, Pietro. New paragraph. Your friend, Richie. End of letter. I’d like to send a response, Alberto. Dear Mom, I received your message. I’m coming home as soon as possible. (pause) Who do I see about that? You don’t look so sick, Dad. What’ve you got? (pause) I haven’t been out there since I was six. You know, Rachael’s buried there, too. (pause) Who? Yeah. I believe so. What? (shrugs) Probably. (pause) I don’t know, Dad. (shrugs) Yeah, but I understood. I know you’re not very good with disappointment. How are you and Raleigh getting along? You think you’re going to get back together? Well, if you need someone to talk to, let me know, OK? I like Raleigh very much. I know he’s a lot older than you are, and you’re having some problems, but -- Anyway, maybe I can help. You dropped some cigarettes. Well, they just fell out of your pocket Did you tell Margot about that letter I wrote you? Eli, that was meant to be just between you and me. Well, I would ask you the same question. How’d she break her arm? (pause) Hm? I didn’t say anything. Did you say you’re on mescaline? How often do you -- (pause) Why? Yeah. (quickly) Adopted. I think he’s very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on, and maybe lonelier than he even realizes. Briefly. And he agreed that -- That he come here and stay in my room. (sincerely) No, I’m not. Anyway, I think he’d be much more comfortable here than -- I do. I’ll just camp out upstairs. Oh, that’s OK. I’ve got an old Scout cot and a couple of army blankets. Well, he’s already up there. I think he’s asleep, because of the medication he’s on. But I guess you can wake him up and throw him out, if Mom says it’s OK. Dad? Mom! Is he going to be all right? Yeah. (pause) He’s your dad, too, Chas. (puzzled) No, I don’t. I love you. I don’t want to hurt you, Chas. I know what you and the boys have been through. You’re my brother, and I love you. I doubt it. (pause) OK. I don’t know. What do you want to do? Find the guy and get him? Who do you think it might be? Nothing. (pause) He’s on drugs. How’d you get all these medical supplies? Dad. You were never dying. I’m going to kill myself tomorrow. Fine, thanks. Not really. I wrote a suicide note. Yeah. Right after I regained consciousness. No. I don’t think so. Of course it’s dark. It’s a suicide note. What are you doing in my tent? I checked myself out. (pause) Probably. I don’t know. You want to see? I heard about your ex-husband. (hesitates) I guess so. I didn’t get his name. (nods) And I heard about Eli. (surprised) You did? I have to tell you something. I love you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I went away for a year, and it only got worse. I don’t know what to do. Yeah, but it’s not your fault. (pause) I doubt it. It doesn’t matter. So you’re elevator operators now. What made you decide to do that? You asked me why I choked out there that day. Well, I think I know the answer, and I wanted your advice. Yeah. Since always, Un-huh. I think she feels confused. I don’t think so. We’re not related by blood. (pause) That’s OK. Sure, I do. I know you do, Pop. Mordecai? You came back. I’m not so sure this is Mordecai. Yeah, but now he has white feathers on his neck. I need your help with something else. Well, I think -- (hesitates) I didn’t mean right this second. We want to take you to get some help. (hesitates) Nothing. Where’s Sabrina? Are we still friends? Are we? It doesn’t matter. I heard about you and Margot. You don’t have to say anything. (pause) But you didn’t have a drug problem then. Henry? Nice to meet you, Walter. He saved them. Kind of. Chas! Don’t! Chas? Not really. I don’t know. (pause) Sometimes when people have a traumatic experience, their hair turns white. How old you think those are? Rod Laver used it. You know who Laver is?