"What are you doing here?"
"Since when have you ever cared?"
Ed lowered his head.
"I bin' learnin' Marge."
She turned and glared at him. "Really?"
Ed wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. "I'm better Marge, you'll see."
"Better at what Ed? Showing up uninvited? Is that what they teach you at that little finishing school?"
He reached into his pocket and pulled a picture out. "See Marge! Whatta'ya' think?!"
She began, "I think..."
"Is that...? Ed said. "Tori?"
"Is someone here? Mother? Where are your oven mitts?"
"Here honey, lemme' get that for you." He said. Marge sighed and stared at the photograph.
"Daddy? I thought..."
Ed set the crackling turkey pan on top of the stove. "That's a good lookin' bird. How's my little girl?"
"Good, I guess," she glanced at her mother who shrugged and passed her the photograph over Ed's shoulder. Tori looked at it curiously then gave it to him. He stuffed it in his pocket.
"Well, I jes' wanted to stop by and see your mom and I get a bonus." He rubbed his hands down the sides of his pants.
"Will you be staying for dinner?" Tori said.
"That'll be up to you and your mom. No. That didn't come out right. That's not what they taught us. I can't make myself beholdin'. I jes' came to see your mom, she's the only one...I mean I know its Thanksgiving, maybe not the best day, damnit! I'm messin' this up."
"Honey? Set another place." Marge said. "We have lots to talk about, what with the three of us together again. Ed? Would you do us the honor of carving?"
"No one can do it better." Ed said.