(In bedroom. Keri Stevens takes fluffy feather pillow from under Dr. Stevens's head)
KS: Gimme that. I've had a long day.
Dr. S: You? What did you do?
KS: I dragged your son and his broken ankle to two different doctors, a radiology lab and two pharmacies to get crutches.
Dr. S: (snatches pillow back and shoves over thin, threadbare, lumpy foam pillow) Well, I worked on two review articles and spent three hours staring at the microscopy results.
KS: You need me to copyedit yet? (sticks thin pillow between her knees, rolls to side)
Dr. S: Not yet. But you're a writer. (yawns). Ghost for me.
KS: Sure. You at the third sex scene yet?
Dr. S: (spooning, freezes still) The what?
KS: The resolution sex. They've got it almost figured out now. Less conflict, more fire.
Dr. S: Um. Yeah. The mossy-fiber boutons have found their place in the hippocampus.
KS: (rolls onto back, elbows him away because the room is stuffy). Good. What about the grand gesture?
Dr. S: Huh?
KS: What sacrifice will the high-fiber buttons make to ensure the hippo campers lives happily ever after?
Dr. S (yawns, rolls away)...trek-bee...neuropeptide excitability...GABA...
KS: (sits up, excited) That's it! Gabba-Gabba-Hey! We'll use Ramones music as a thematic element. This'll be the best Neuron paper any scientist has ever published.
Dr. S: (snores)
KS: (Slowly tugs fluffy pillow out from under his head.)