Keller: (looking at letter in his hand) Then what is this if it isn't telling me? Sure, he was my son. But I think to him they were all my sons. And I guess they were, I guess they were. I'll be right down. (exits into house)
Mother (to Chris): You're such a kissable man.
Chris: Thanks, want some pie?
Mother smears pie up into her butt creak.
Keller (offstage): mmmmm, now thats a tasty piece of chocolate.
A shot is heard in the house.
TO BE CONTINUED!