6.INT. DINNER TABLE - LATERHeads bowed, hands held. Pete, Victoria. Julia and Ben.Olivia sitting on three phone books with her faerie wand.PETEThank you lord for our blessings,the health of my daughters, my wifeand the new addition to our family,Ben. Lord, you’re stretching it,but we’ll make it work. Amen.Laughter. Wine poured. Julia pokes her food.VICTORIAI’m no culinary artist, butsweetheart you’re picking.Julia puts her fork down.JULIAHaven’t had much of an appetitelately, must be work, stress.BENWhich would explain the headaches.JULIABen. I’m fine. Mom, Dad,seriously. I’m okay.Olivia chews a piece of bread, mouth full:OLIVIA7 percent of the presents areyours, Ben. I did the math. Muchbetter haul than the lastboyfriend.BENI’m just happy to be here.PETEI think I said the same thing toVictoria’s father 35 years ago.VICTORIADon’t exaggerate, Pete, you’ve onlysaid two words to my father, andthey were the same two words everyyear until he died. Yes. And Sir.