Aging Gracefully

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INT. FORD MINIVAN - 8:30 PM
ETHAN has just finished practice and GREG is driving home. It's one of those winter nights when it feels like 2 in the morning to every human but it's only 8:30.

ETHAN
(from the recesses of the van)
Dad, they're working all day and all night on the apartments by school.

GREG
Yeah. I think they're almost done building them. They're going to be for older people.

ETHAN
Yeah. Aaron can go but I can't. He's seven. I'm six.

GREG
No I think they're for old grammas and grandpas.

ETHAN
...oh. Like you. How old are you?

GREG
41.

ETHAN
That's almost very old. That's very old.

GREG
(nods as he comes to a stoplight. Tired.)

ETHAN
Because after 41, it's 42. Then it's 43.

The van pulls away from the stoplight. GREG contemplates stopping for beer.

ETHAN
...Then it's 44. Then 45, 46, 47. Then 48. 49. 50....then 60.

GREG realizes he has no money for beer.

ETHAN
...Then 70. Then 80. Then 90. Then you turn 100 and you blow up and go to heaven.

GREG smiles and checks back into the rearview mirror.

ETHAN
...Dad?

GREG
What, E?

ETHAN
I'm going to miss you when you're in Heaven.

FADE OUT

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