Kelly Stone:
[Kelly and Ben are seated in an empty football field with a plate of suspected pot-laced brownies Kelly's eating]
You want a brownie?
Ben Stone:
No thanks.
Kelly Stone:
They're good.
Ben Stone:
[after a long pause]
So... it's worse this time... isn't it?
Kelly Stone:
[lightly]
What do you mean?
Ben Stone:
[scoffs]
Mom... Dad. I mean Mom.
Kelly Stone:
[sighs]
It's not good. We only found out a couple of weeks ago.
Ben Stone:
But she'd known longer than that.
Kelly Stone:
Well, we weren't sure. And she wanted to wait, you know... until after Christmas to tell you kids.
Kelly Stone:
[Ben nods and begins to weep... Kelly puts his arm around him]
I know man, I know.
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