Wilma smiles at Homer and walks steadily toward him. She throws her arms around his neck. Homer stands still, his arms at his sides.
Fred says, “Okay. Let’s go.” The cab pulls away from the curb.
Homer turns, and waves goodbye with his artificial arm. The Parrish family looks for the first time at Homer’s metal hands.
Mr. Parrish reaches for the sea bag. “Well, …” he begins.
“No, don’t – I’ll carry it,” says Homer, now reaching with both metal hands. Mrs. Parrish tries to swallow a sob.
“What’s the matter, Ma?” asks Homer.
“It’s – it’s nothing,” Mrs. Parrish whispers, trying to smile while clutching her throat.
“It’s just that your Ma is so glad to see you home,” says Mr. Parrish.
“Yeah, I know,” says Homer, smiling at her. Homer heads into the house.