Emily, the phone is for you.

People in a living room talking and eating, balloons are around and in an adjoining kitchen a mother bustles around a layered cake is on the table. A boy about eight comes from the living room to the kitchen and up to the mother who is looking for candles.

David: Mom can we start now?
Mother: David, we have to wait for your father.
David: When is he going to get here?
Mother: Any minute, sweetie.
Pause.
David: So we have to wait for him before I open any presents?
Mother: Yes. He should be here soon though, don't worry. Be patient. Do you want to help me with the candles?
David: Okay.
Mother: Here, now. Which color?

Mother holds out different colored candles and David looks them over. The phone rings. David jumps and skips toward it.

David: I got it! [He picks up the phone] Hello. Yup, that's my mom. Yup, one second. [Holding the phone out towards his mother] Its for you!

Mother comes over and takes the phone.

Mother: Hello? Yes, that's my husband. [Pause.] No. No, I don't think so, I think you made a mistake, my husband wouldn't have been going down that road. You must have the wrong name...yes that is my husband's name. Yes...

Mother hangs up the phone.

David: Mom are you okay?

Mother leans heavily on the wall, her voice is gruff and muffled a little. She doesn't look at David.

Mother: David, put your coat and shoes on we have to go...