“Wilma!” says Homer, “What are you doing out this hour?”
“I saw you were up, Homer,” says Wilma. “I saw you through the window. I’ve got to talk to you.”
“All right,” says Homer, “Come in.” They walk into the kitchen. Homer takes a dish out of the refrigerator. “Want some chicken?” he asks.
“No, thanks,” says Wilma, standing next to the kitchen counter.
“Sure?” asks Homer.
“Yes,” says Wilma.
“Want a glass of milk?” asks Homer.
“No, thanks, Homer,” replies Wilma.
“Sit down, Wilma,” says Homer. She sits next to the counter.
“Homer,” says Wilma, “I… My family want me to go away, tomorrow.”
“Where?” asks Homer.
“Up to Silver Lake,” says Wilma. “My Aunt Vera’s place.”
“That ought to be nice,” says Homer.
“But I don’t want to go,” says Wilma. “I want to stay here.”