Eight Days a Week, 2:44
"Am I still beautiful?" an aging Nora questions from the mirror.
"Of course," George replies, putting an arm over her shoulders. "I love you…eight days a week."
She laughs. "Now I know where Derek and Edwin get it from."
"Get what?"
"Their questionable taste in music."
"Please, the Beatles were, and still are, much better than that stuff Marti's friends listen to."
"I'll give you that much," Nora admits. "Come on, dear. It's morning. Derek and Casey are coming home today."
"More 'Der-ek!' fights."
"It's our family. Would you have it any other way?"
"No. Though, it would have been nice if they'd gotten along the way Lizzie and Edwin do."
"If they had gotten along, I'd be worried."
George looks at her. "About what?"
"The two of them having a relationship."
"Our kids?"
"Georgie. Didn't you read those books I gave you when we were dating, about step-family relations?"
"Um, I may have skipped a few chapters."
"George!"
"I'm sorry. At least we know the two of them are too busy fighting."
Nora smiles. "Do we?" The door upstairs bangs open.
"Honey, they're home," George singsongs to his wife.
"Yes, they are."
They open the door at the top of the stairs to find their eldest children glaring at each other over a bowl of cereal.
Derek reaches into the box of Fruit Loops, and throws them in his stepsister's face.
"Der-EK!"
"See? Nothing to worry about!"
Nora shakes her head. "We'll see."