(scene opens in detritus laden dinning room, Carrot sorting through a school year’s worth of papers)
Me: Gamma? Can you come here and fill out your memory book for the school year?
Gamma: (slinks to the table, picks up pen) No field trips. No cafeteria. No classrooms. No playground. Guess I’m done.
Me: Wait! Get back here! (dumps twenty half used notebooks in recycling) What’s on the next page?
Gamma: (looks at choices) Goals for next year.
(camera close up on scribble reading “See people”)
Gamma: Am I done?
Me: Go ahead. (sighs, picks up Delta’s book as Gamma flees stage left) Delta? What was your favorite game?
Me: On the playground?
Me: Favorite story?
Me: Favorite color? Favorite teacher? Names of your friends?
Delta: Black. None. I don’t have any.
Me: Damn, kid. Do you like anything?
Delta: I like XBox.
Me: (writes that down) The parenting books did not have a chapter on this.