Outside Martha Williams’ house. Annie and Lena are talking outside while they watch Fred and Shane help their father, Marcus, unload bags from the car.

Annie: The boys are getting so big.

Lena: Yeah, made from good stock, I guess.

Annie: Marcus keeps complaining they’re growing out of all their clothes too.

Lena: Well, Dad was tall, right?

Annie pauses.

Annie: Oh, you know, I must have you all come see my new gallery sometime. I’ve been working on a new collection, and I was considering dedicating it to Mom.

Lena: Oh, that’s wonderful, Annie. She’d be so touched. She’s been struggling these days. Really missing Dad.

Annie: Dad’s been gone for years though.

Lena: Yeah, and? He was her husband, the love of her life. Why wouldn’t she miss him?

Lena pauses. Zoe and her family drive up to the house.

Annie: Oh look, here’s Johnny.

Lena laughs.

Lena: I remember when he used to do that all the time to freak us out after watching that movie. A Jack Nicholson fan through and through.

Zoe’s family pulls into the driveway and Zoe jumps out.

Zoe: Finally, my legs are long gone.

Marcus: Hey, it’s my favourite niece!

Marcy: She’s your only niece, Marcus.

Marcus: Even more reason to spoil her rotten. Here, kiddo, I already gave the others some spending money.

He begins to take out his wallet to give Zoe some money, but Johnny stops him.

Johnny: That’s not necessary, Marcus.

Marcus: Oh come on, Daaaaad. Don’t be such a party pooper, huh, Zoes?

Marcy: Thank you, Marcus. Zoe, thank your uncle.

Zoe: Thank you, Uncle Marcus.

Johnny: She does get spending money from us.

Marcus: Yeah, but probably not lot—

Lena: Johnny!

Lena runs over and gives her big brother a hug, and Annie follows. Annie and Johnny hug for a long time.

Annie: Glad you came. I missed you. It’s been so long since we last caught up.

Johnny: Sorry.

Lena: Yeah, it’s like you flew the coop all over again. You should come visit us more often.

Johnny: How are you, sis?

Lena: Oh, you know, just getting our little brother and his strapping young boys to do all the manual labour.

Johnny: Careful, there are laws against child labour.

Fred and Shane come over to greet their uncle and his family.

Shane: Yeah, tell her, Uncle Johhny, this is like exploration!

Fred: You mean ‘exploitation’, dumbass.

Marcus: Hey, no name calling.

Fred: Zoinks, sorry dad.

Johnny hides a smirk and Zoe tries not to laugh. Marcy steps in.

Marcy: You boys have gotten so tall. I’m gonna need a stepladder soon.

Lena: Mmmmm. Gosh, don’t you think they look just like Dad?

Johnny tenses.

Johnny: Not sure.

Lena: Oh, sure they do, look at their eyes and their hair. They’re just like him.

Johnny: Hopefully not. (He pauses.) Hopefully they’re better looking.

Everyone laughs but Johnny is uncomfortable. Suddenly, the rest of the family spills out of the house.

Wilma: I’m the oldest, I get that room!

Daphne: No ways, since when was that the rule?

Wilma: I don’t wanna sleep with the babies!

Daphne: Dad!!! I am not bunking with the boys.

Marcus: Shhhh, jeez, enough, enough.

Lena: Kids, lets all just settle down. It’s quiet time now—

Marcus: Oh Lena, they aren’t toddlers.

Johnny: But they’re acting like it. Alright, enough! Girls bunk with girls. Boys bunk with boys, good?

Kids groan.

Marcus: He’s been here five minutes and he’s already calling the shots.

Johnny: Well, you weren’t getting anything done.

Martha comes forward.

Martha: Gerald? Gerald, honey, where’s John?

Lena: Mom, that’s John, remember?

Martha leans forward while John stays stoic.

Martha: Johnny. Sweetheart, you’re home.

Johnny: Hi, Mom.

They hug awkwardly.

Marcy: OK, everyone, let’s get inside.

They all leave but Martha pulls Zoe aside.

Martha: Annie, I think he’s still angry with me?

Zoe: Granny, I’m Zoe.

Annie comes over.

Annie: Come on, Mom. Let’s get you inside. We’re gonna start supper soon.

Martha: Will John be there? I think he’s still angry with me? I know, I’ll make him his favourite.

Zoe stands alone, confused.

Tell us: What do you think is going on? Have you ever had a loved one who started losing their memory? How did your family cope with it?