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Is there a cake?

You're a girl. Bake one.

Valerie would check it
for poison.

Come on.
We're working last-minute.

David only decided
on a surprise party last night.

Did we get her a present?

No. David got her
this lovely trinket,

that he had me pick it up
for him.

Can we all put our names on it?

Surprise... Oh.

Sorry we're late.

- What is this?
- I brought Valerie a dress.

A Donna Martin original.

How exceptionally giving of you.

Call me a sucker on birthdays.

They'll be on the racks tomorrow
at MayaLee's.

Oh, I love that store.

You guys are in business.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

You finished the whole order?

Oh, only 20.

I thought the store
didn't need them until Friday.

They said if I got done early,
I could take them over there.

You were in the emergency room
last week.

I know, and now I'm fine.

Don't worry. Thank you.

But this is a good thing for me.

All right.

I just heard a car.

Don't touch that switch.

Too late. Don't hit the switch.

You were supposed
to be watching.

- David would hit his flashers.
- Go.

Surprise...

Where's our birthday girl?

Late, luckily.

Twenty-three years ago,
11:18 a.m.,

and she's still a late riser.

Just like her mom.

Well...

there's my boy.

There are the headlights.

David and Valerie
are here.

I can't wait to see her.
I have a marvelous surprise.

You know, I like this house.

Really? You didn't seem
too crazy about me taking it.

I wanted to be with you,

but I'm glad it's here.

Hmm...

Where we can be alone.

Alone?
It's your birthday.

All the more reason.

Mmm.

Mm-hmm.

Surprise!

Happy Birthday.

Happy Birthday.

I called everyone yesterday.

I thought you overheard.

Next year, warn us.

Yeah,
I kind of wish I had some, too.

Let me get you a birthday drink.

Look at that expression.

It's like you're 12 years old
again.

That
was her first surprise party.

She burst into tears.

Brandon, let me help.

No. Let him get it.

This is your party.
It's about you.

You felt it, didn't you?

Feel what?

Bill, she's onto us.

On to what? What's going on?

The ring.

We're getting married.

Congratulations.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

Well,
you guys will be sisters now.

The Donna Martin Collection?

Oh, well!

Right this way.

It's a limited edition.

Even more limited.
We just made a sale.

What time did you come?

About five minutes
before the store opened.

I have to tell you
I'm really proud of you.

Thank you. Oh, wait.

That woman bought my dress.

Oh, well, that's...

Is she returning it?

It's probably the wrong size.

What are you doing?

- Okay...
- Excuse me.

- Are you returning this dress?
- Yes.

Why? Do you like it?

Yes, I do very much.

I was wondering why you don't.

Is it the cut,
the fabric, or...?

I thought it was a Donna Karan,
at this price.

I was almost out of the store

when I realized
it's a Donna Martin.

Whoever that is.

Right.

Val, stop.

I'll finish this later, okay?

- I got you something.
- I want to help.

I don't care.
You're not going to.

You'll not clean up
after your own party.

Especially one you hated.

My mother
turned it into a firing squad.

- It's not your fault.
- She wasn't thinking.

She didn't care.

Val, she's in love.

It'll pass.
Even without a wedding.

I'll meet Kelly in an hour.
We'll make sure of it.

Do you think
you'll stop their marriage?

She doesn't know
what love means.

He's a convicted felon.
Call me optimistic.

You didn't seem it last night.

It's just that I hate birthdays.

I mean, since I was a kid.

Fake sentiments,
smiling for the camera.

"See what a happy family
we are!" Please.

I try to make you feel better.

I'm sorry.

It's just that my mom
used to give me a charm

for my charm bracelet
every year.

Uh. The one on your bureau?

Yeah, I hated that thing.

But I've never been able
to get rid of it.

Kind of like my past.

Well, it's the thought
that counts.

Yeah,

this will bring up the bad ones.

Janet, go home.

Thanks, but I'm going to stay.

You're sick.

Well, it beats starving.

No sick pay.

Ah, maybe that's for me.

I entered a contest
for medical insurance.

Keep your fingers crossed.

Beverly Beat.

What about you, Steve?

Are you sick, too?

Yeah, maybe a little.

I went by Ted's office today.

You found him?

Yeah, after a few phone calls.

Say, 50 or so.

I found out that Ted's company
merged with Whittier & Leeks.

So I went down
to those offices today.

Didn't even get past the lobby
before I found this.

Corporate newsletter.

Yes. This is Ted himself.

Recently promoted.

Is he Barbie's dream date,
or what?

Maybe right for Barbie,
not right for Jill.

They're soul mates. Wait
until she sees him in the flesh.

What's on your agenda?

Maybe not the best day for this,
but...

I've got a job interview
at the Chronicle.

What if they're happy?
I mean, they are our parents.

A nightmare. It's a train wreck
waiting to happen.

Oh, I don't know.

Where did you get that?

This?

My mother.

Your father?

Mm-hmm.

What's next?

Twin sweater-sets?
Forced sleep-away camp?

You've covered the options.

- What's the plan?
- Okay.

I'll talk to your dad,
but my mom is deaf to me.

But she may be eager
to please you.

- Me?
- Yes.

Hit her
with the truth about him.

When you say it like that,
it makes me want to defend him.

This is no time
for family pride or loyalty.

Do you want to share holidays

and birthdays
and matching outfits with me

forever?

- Hi.
- You said you had Ted's address.

His office, actually.

You could invite me in.

Oh, I did.

When I thought
you were someone I knew.

Someone I loved.

Someone I nearly made love with.

Jill,

I know you don't know me,

but I know you.

Your letters...

Were addressed to Ted.

Did I mention

by opening them,
you committed a crime?

Come on,

just give me a chance.

Ted's phone number.

The name of his company.

Anything.

Did you wonder why
he never came looking for you?

No.

I'm sure he thinks
I just stopped writing to him.

I'd have found you.

Come on, give me a chance.

Go out with me as me.

Steve Sanders.

If you can resist my charm,

my animal magnetism

and charismatic personality,

then I'll give you Ted.

This is blackmail.

Yeah, I guess.

But it's for a good cause.

One date.

Steve Sanders.

Tell me the truth.

Have you ever
say "Stop the presses"?

I read your previous submissions
and were good.

But your work this year
is great.

Thanks.

How did you come across it?

I keep an eye
on the smaller papers.

It's my job
to steal the next Bob Woodward.

I should be so lucky.

I'm afraid
there's no room for negotiation.

We know what a job here
can do for your career later.

Working for a big city daily
is kind of a dream of mine.

Here's a temporary ID.

Come by tomorrow after lunch,
and we'll get you started.

That's it?

Unless you want me
to reconsider.

That's okay.

Thanks.

Ms. Stanley.

Uh, right... Jamie.

I finished up at Personnel.

I wanted to say thanks again.

Brian Carter,
this is Brandon Walsh,

our new Metro reporter.

- Are you starting up?
- Yes. You too?

Yeah. If you've finished here,
I'll walk you out.

We can go for a beer, celebrate.

That sounds good.

- Thanks, again.
- Sure.

- Get a nice cold one.
- Yeah.

Did you get a chance
to look around the place?

A little.

You boys just get jobs?

Yeah, I'm Brandon Walsh.

- Brian Carter.
- Timmy McCourt.

I've seen your byline
on hundreds of stories.

It's an honor.

Thank you.

Jamie bring you up to speed?

Yeah, briefly.

I know you're busy,

but if you got time tomorrow

and could show us the ropes,

it'd be appreciated.

I'll be on the other side
of those ropes tomorrow.

The real reporters
are going on strike.

The real reporters?

You guys are scabs.

- Hey.
- Hmm?

I was up all night
thinking of those dresses,

doubting all the choices I made.

You got Sally
what's-her-name on the phone.

The buyer from MayaLee's?

Oh, great.

She may call to tell me

they shipped all my dresses
off to a discount store.

Okay, ready for this.

Hello.

Yes, this is Donna.

What?

Are you kidding?

All of them?

Oh, my God.

Uh, sorry.

Yes, sure.

Okay, I'll need two weeks

for production.

Okay.

Um, thank you.

Thank you so much.

Bye.

Oh, my God!

They sold.
Every single dress sold.

They want to buy 20 more.

- We did it.
- You did it.

I can't believe this.

Wow.

Okay.

I'm going to pay you back

all the money you gave me.

There's no rush.

Or we could take the money

and we open a shop
like you said.

Why don't we take one step
at a time?

You don't think it'll work?

You're taking on a lot now.

You're letting it count
for way too much.

Your dresses are sold,
but if they hadn't,

you'd be just as talented,
just as good.

You have that much faith in me?

Yeah, I do.

That means everything to me.

Thank you.

They take these articles
and put them online?

Yes, and they don't pay them.

That's their beef.

Good morning, Janet.

Hi, guys.
Bagels are on the counter.

Your suit from the dry cleaners

is on your desk.

Here's a little reminder
of the rules of the road.

Hmm.

This parking ticket
is for your car.

I was double-parked,
picking up your dry cleaning

five minutes before the place
closed last night.

Couldn't go this morning?

No, because I was busy.

And you said you needed
your suit for a meeting tonight.

Meeting?

Not really a meeting.

It's more like a date.

Date with Jill?

- Yes.
- Date with Jill.

- Yes.
- Mm-hmm.

If you mind
doing these personal favors,

just say so.

That's what she's saying.

Don't you have to get to work
someplace else?

You got the job
at the Chronicle?

Yes, dig out the resumes.
We'll need a new editor.

I'll double back here
until you find somebody.

- It's no big deal.
- You won't.

This is big.
You'll not screw it up

by trying to do two jobs,

not even for your best friend,
your partner,

- the guy who discovered you.
- I get the picture.

So why do they need you so soon?

The...

the reporters
went on strike this morning.

Oh, so...

you didn't actually get the job,

you took someone's.

Someone who left
on a matter of principle?

When I got the offer,
I didn't know about the strike.

Well, you know now.

I've been waiting
for a job like this.

This is how you want to get it?

You know what?

No one's starving
at the Chronicle,

no one's breathing coal dust.

This union thing
is a thing of the past.

So is this break,
if I don't take it.

- Well, take it.
- Don't.

She has a little cash

from the sale of a house.

You can do better.

I don't want
your mother's money.

Look, I know
I was a terrible husband

and a worse father. I'm sure
Kelly's told you about that.

Enough.

I didn't appreciate

what it meant to come home
to someone.

Now I do.

You're lonely.

Find another sucker.

All right, I was selfish

but never lonely.

Not until the first time I had
to say goodbye to your mother.

Are you still selfish?

Look, I don't want this,

and neither does Kelly.

She's your daughter.
Doesn't that matter?

We'd like your blessing.

If you hurt her,

if you disappoint her,

I'll call your parole officer.
I'll file false charges.

- I'll do anything...
- To protect her?

So will I.

When he was married
to my mother,

he forgot birthdays,
anniversaries.

Finally, he just forgot us.

Your father loves you.

Well, that's how he treats
the people he loves.

You think he's changed.

I thought he had, too.

Thought he'd finally realized

what it was like
to be loved by someone.

And now he finally has.

You want me to have
the information beforehand.

But you know,

you never know
someone completely.

Valerie's father...

I know.

You learn not to think about it,

not to notice

the silence.

I'm good at shutting things out.

But I don't want
to shut your father out.

He thinks we have a chance.

I just think

you should know
about his history,

his actions.

That's all I'm saying.

We're getting married

on Saturday at St. Timothy's.

This Saturday?

Great.

Brandon, hey.

Hey, Brian.

Lovely weather, huh?

Yeah.

How many times do you get
turned down by this newspaper?

Once before I graduated
and then again last June.

Who would you think was cooler,
Superman or Clark Kent?

- Jimmy Olson.
- Ace reporter.

What do you think they want?

Money.

It's always money.

It's a union shop.

If we go in there and work,
we're scabs.

That doesn't bother you?

I got kids to feed.

Scab!

It was a nice restaurant.

Come on.

They brought you the wrong food,

the table wouldn't stop jiggling

no matter how many sugar packets
I put under the legs,

and that waiter was rude.

You handled it like a pro.

It's not what I had planned.

That's okay.

You're not who I thought
you were, and I still

felt...

- Yeah?
- ...what I felt,

anyway.

But I am in love
with someone else.

Someone you don't even know.

Didn't you know me
from my letters?

We're gonna need a pen.

Whittier & Leeks.

They're downtown off Sixth.

Make sure you ask for Ted

in the International Department.

He's new there.

He'll not be on the directory.

Won't you write this down?

I've wanted this for so long.

I flew all the way here.

If it doesn't feel right,

you don't have to do it.

Okay.

You do it.

How am I supposed to do that?

You're very inventive.

Just get him there.

I'll have to go through with it
if he's in the same room.

Oh, boy.

Okay.

To you.

For believing in me.

Hey, that's from the store.

Why don't you
deal with it tomorrow?

I just want to see what it is.

A check for the dresses.

Oh, it's a mistake.

- They already paid us.
- I'll deal with it.

You
said it was cash on delivery.

Do you remember
we went to dinner to celebrate?

Noah?

The money for the dresses
came from me.

The store bought them
on consignment.

So they pay us if and when
they sell the dresses.

A store like MayaLee's?
They wouldn't do that.

I got a friend in corporate.

An old buddy of mine.

So, you cut a deal
behind my back?

After the overdose
and getting fired,

I wanted to help you.

Help me what?

Believe in yourself.

Even though you don't?

Yes, sir,
we got your ad,

and we placed it according
to your specifications.

So you go into the guy's office
and what happens?

- I say I'm a potential investor.
- You?

Yes, and we're meeting
in the restaurant tonight

to review my portfolio.

Do you even have a portfolio?

After tonight,
I won't even have a girl.

- Hmm.
- Did Jill call?

Sir, I understand
that you're upset.

Any messages for me?

- Thanks.
- Janet, you get bagels?

- I will recheck the order.
- No bagels.

And I will call you back, OK?

- Bagels are brain food.
- My coffee...

- and...
- You guys?

I think that I'm good at my job,

but there is only
so much I can do.

And especially
when I am swamped,

sick and underpaid.

Aren't you supposed
to be at work?

I couldn't cross
the picket line.

- I'm glad.
- Yeah, selfishly, so am I.

I hate to see you walk away
from something you want.

And for what?
A union that won't let you in

since its members have a lock
on all the jobs.

Hi. I'm Donald Tucker.

I'm looking for Steve Sanders.

Oh, I almost forgot. Donald.

I'm Steve.
This is Brandon Walsh.

How are you doing?

He's here for your job.

I read your stuff, man.
Very impressive.

Uh.

I'm sorry. The position
is no longer available.

I was about to go
the Chronicle, but I'm not.

Sorry.

I laugh when I'm nervous.

Like on job interviews.

There is no more job.

Sorry.

It also happens
when I'm disappointed.

What happens
when you meet a pretty woman?

Well, I...

I don't.

Not like he means.

You understand.

Sure.

Beverly Beat.

Sorry about the editor position.

It's a Brian Carter
from the Chronicle.

Yeah?

Maybe we can use your services,

- after all.
- What's going on, Brian?

Have you ever done
any undercover pieces?

You know,
posing as someone, say...

- an investment banker named Ted?
- Brian, I can't hear you.

Brian, speak up.
I can't hear you.

Hey, I'm on a story.

A state-funded
housing project collapsed.

Was anyone hurt?

No, but it's on the heels

of the board's safety approval.

Stay nearby.
I'll feed you the facts.

Brian, I didn't take the job.

I haven't got time to do
the research and write it up.

I don't think I can do that.

Brandon, this is my first piece.

I need to work
with a good writer.

That'd be you.
I'll call you when I'm in.

Yeah.

Come on, Val.
The rehearsal starts at 4:00.

I'm not going.

Okay.

Your mom stole the show
on your birthday.

Her timing was bad. I...

I don't think her motives were.

Oh, David.

She doesn't listen to me.

Bad news?
She doesn't want to hear it.

If it gets in the way
of her having a man.

No, it doesn't matter

how much he hurt me...

coming into my room
night after night...

This
isn't about Bill Taylor, is it?

No, it's...

It's not. It's...

...my father.

When I was a kid, he...

I was sexually abused, David.

I didn't know.

That's what she said
when I told her.

Well...

You knew I was damaged.

Turns out I'm completely broken.

How old were you?

Eleven.

I became really quiet.

Withdrawn.

Instead of asking me
what was wrong,

my mom decides to invite
half the school over

for my 12th birthday party.

My dad...

buys me this jacket.

Black mink.

We didn't have
that kind of money.

I thought everybody knew.

It was guilt talking.

It was his fault.
It wasn't yours.

My 13th birthday...

There was this huge blizzard.

My dad was in Chicago,

and he was stuck there
because the airport was closed.

The snow was piled up
so high outside our house

that nobody could get in or out.

It was the first time
in a long time I felt safe.

So my mom and I decide...

to bake a cake.

It was...

chocolate with vanilla frosting.

Nothing ever tasted so good.

Noah?

Donna, I'm busy right now.

I'll make it quick.

I'm sorry.

You made a shrewd business move.

It just happened
to hurt my feelings.

I knew eventually
you'd sell your designs.

With everything
you've been through,

I didn't think you could wait.

My faith in myself
is pretty strong.

It's my faith in men
that's been tested this year...

to the limit.

- Thanks for the ride, man.
- Yes, sure.

If you're freelancing,
you could have e-mailed this.

Or worn a disguise.

What are they striking for?

Ergonomically-designed seats?

Espresso machine
in the break room?

Salary. Pension.
Reprinting rights.

What do you think?

I'd be happy
with what they're getting now.

See ya.

That guy was here before.
Is he a reporter?

You made the right choice
yesterday.

- Scab!
- Management stooge!

You're taking our jobs, scab.

- Tell Donald the job's open.
- Yeah.

There you are.

Is that what you'll wear?

Val is here to give you
her support.

She could probably use yours
as well.

She's always had my support.

You look lovely.

David,
can you go talk to the minister?

He's supposed
to give me a reading.

I'm okay here.

All right.

Reverend Mayfair
has a meeting in 15 minutes.

I wonder if you wouldn't mind
standing in for your dad.

Okay. Did he call?

How could he?
I've been running errands.

I will check my machine.
Maybe he called there.

Bill told me about your visit.

Mom, like I've said before,

I don't think
you should marry him.

Where's my bride?

Hi!

Dad, you're 45 minutes late.

I know. Darling, I am so sorry.

I had a meeting, then traffic.

I'm going to get you
a cell phone.

I don't like being out of touch.

No, I don't.

Another brilliant deflection
by Bill Taylor.

He's late and doesn't call,
and it's her fault

for not having a cell phone.

I'll give it to her
for a wedding present.

David, how are you?

Do I detect defeat?

Maybe he's changed.

They look good together.

Yeah, they do.

Do you think Ted's here?

How will we
recognize each other?

Uh, I've got it all worked out.

I'm going to use the phone.
I'll be right back.

Okay.

I'll just be a minute.

Ted Slafsky. Nice to meet you.

I've read
every financial trade paper.

That's great.

- The thing is, Donald...
- Ted.

We're not doing
a financial exposé here.

See that girl over there?

- Sitting alone on the bar?
- Mm-hmm.

Well that's Jill,

and I am head over heels,

arrow through the heart
crazy about her.

That's good...

I guess.

No, Donald. It's not good.

See that guy?

- Covered with waitresses?
- Mm-hmm.

That's Ted,

and Jill's in love with him.

Whoa.

That's right. Whoa.

But the thing of it is,
she's never met him in person.

She's only read his letters.

That is true love.

Ah, is it?

Because if she met someone

who she thought
wrote those letters,

someone, let's say,
with a little less...

assuming presence...

Someone...

Who looked like me.

Would she still want him?

So, it's a test.

Yes.

It's a test. A love test.

A test of true love.

You're changing the variables,
not just looks.

It's not a fair test.

You love this girl?
You want her to be happy?

Yeah.

Even if it makes you miserable?

Because that's the test
of true love.

You're right.

I hope you're ready for this,
because I'm not.

Ted.

You don't know me,

but I set this meeting up.

Ted, this is your pen pal, Jill.

Jill, this is Ted.

Jill?

Uh-huh. Hi.

I'm Steve. You stopped writing.

I thought I lost you.

Steve Sanders.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I want to show you sketches.

Sure. Let's go downstairs.

No, the bar's sticky.
It'll ruin them.

- We'll get a table.
- It's so loud.

What are you doing with these?

I bought them.

What?

Is this all a joke to you?

They weren't selling.

They were in the store

for one day!

I was going to tell you.

After I caught you
in the first lie

or now that is the second?

- If you listen to me...
- No!

I don't need to.

I can see how little
you think of me.

Morning.

Mr. McCourt.

- Good to see you.
- Thank you.

- Janet Sosna, this is...
- Timmy McCourt. I'm a big fan.

Thank you. Pleasure to meet you.

What can I do for you?

How are you doing?

Good.

Saw your byline
on the housing project story.

It was a good piece.

Thanks.

I've got another story for you.

Back in the 1930s,

guy meets gal.

Love on the old assembly line,

making a couple of bucks
an hour,

but you can double that

because they're both working.

And yet the kids,

they kids are growing up

in a dirty house.

Let me guess. No union,
no benefits, no overtime.

However,

by the 1950's,

they are solidly middle class.

And you know what?

The youngest kid
even goes to college.

American dream.

You're looking at it.

Take the story,

don't take the job.

I've waited
for an opportunity like this

for a long time.
It doesn't come easy.

Neither does what
we're fighting for.

- Hi.
- Dad.

You're not dressed.
And your suit?

At the cleaner's, I suppose.

Don't do this.

Please don't do this.

I thought you didn't want us
to get married.

Valerie's the last person
I want as family,

but it would have been worth it

if it'd meant
you could've kept a promise.

You were so sure I wouldn't.

Why did you even propose to her?

It was the way she looked at me.

I...

I saw a second chance.

She believed in you,

even though she knew
she shouldn't.

I know the feeling.

Never again.

- Kelly...
- Never again!

Just

explain it to her, hmm?

How, when I don't understand?

Yes, you do.

We both wish
you were wrong about me.

Got a minute?

Listen to me.

When you overdosed,

you were just laying there.

I was helpless.
I couldn't help you.

I couldn't stand
to see you that way again.

I'll make you a deal.

Next time I have a problem,

I won't go
for the medicine cabinet

if you won't go for your wallet.

When I get scared,

and I lean on you...

support me, don't lie to me.

Okay.

Okay.

Burnett's department store
called.

The head buyer
wouldn't even meet with me,

so I dropped off a sample.

They may want me

to come and get it.

Not unless you can be in Madrid.

That's where she is on vacation,
wearing it.

Yeah.

She
wants a hundred more to sell.

There any side deals,
sales incentives,

favors for an old friend
I should know about here?

No,

this is all you.

Is this the tie
you chose?

What?
Would you wear one like this?

Look at that tie you have on.

- What did I get her?
- A toaster.

It's a serving piece.

They'll love it.

You have Janet
buying your wedding presents?

Do you see how badly
I need a girlfriend?

Ted and Jill are probably
married right now.

You did the right thing.
Feels good, right?

Mildly.

How's the new editor
working out?

Took him
for a get-to-know you drink.

- Mm-hmm.
- He got to know me.

- Passed on the job.
- Can't say I blame him.

I'm not going to work
at the Chronicle.

Shouldn't one of us
be disappointed?

Best job I never had.

I'm proud of the work
I didn't do there.

Coming back to the Beat?

Throw in a medical plan,
sick days, paid overtime,

I'll think about it.

Mmm...

All right.

Aw, geez.

Welcome back.

- Hey.
- Thank goodness.

Now we can get started.

Mom, wait. Where is he?

He's not coming.

Abby, I'm so sorry.

Well, he's late. He'll be here.

I don't think so.

He's nervous. I'll talk to him.

We'll work it out.

What happened?

He can't do this.
What did he say?

What difference does it make?

He's not coming.

I'll go tell the guests.

Mom? Mom, wait.

It's all right, I'm fine.

It doesn't matter.

It was just a lark; crazy.

- I didn't think that...
- Mom, don't do this, okay?

Don't pretend
this isn't happening.

God, take it from me.

If people don't know
you're hurt,

they don't know to help you.

Oh, honey!

I'm so sorry.

You did very well
at the church today.

It was good having Valerie there

equally invested,
sort of like family.

Your worst nightmare.

Once I got used to it,
it wasn't that bad.

No, leave it.

- I like it.
- All right.

That's my ID tag
from the Chronicle.

I won't be needing that
anytime soon.

Can I have it?

Why?

A reminder.

I have one good man in my life
who makes hard decisions,

stands by them.

I got it.

Did you come to say good-bye?

To thank you.

Well, invite me to the wedding.

I won't come,

but I'll send you a gift.

I already picked one out.

We did talk about marriage.

Did I mention
my low threshold for pain?

But mostly I talked about you.

About all the things
you did to get to know me

and what you did last night...

for me.

What about Ted?

He was everything
I thought he'd be.

But you're more.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Is your mom on her way home?

Yeah,

she hugged me so tightly
when she said good-bye.

She's never done that.

Well, she loves you.

I forget that sometimes.

Along with all
the happy memories.

My father took those with him.

They're yours.
Sometimes you just need someone

to help you reach them.

It's chocolate on the inside.

That's vanilla frosting.

You made this?

Happy Birthday.

Thanks.