Lila is visibly uncomfortable when she answers. "Well, not
exactly. It is a recipe of sorts, and yes, it would make us immortal. But, err, umm, the
us, would be you, and me, and Stella - when she's ready of course - but, well, probably not Julia. No, not Julia. Just the family, Sam."
Sam is out of his seat and overwhelmed by feelings of anger and confusion.
"What do you mean, just the family? She's my family. She's Stella's family. I can't believe you'd suggest. . . I mean, you've never liked her, never gotten to know her," he trails off, furious. "This is
garbage, Mother! Garbage!"

Lila tries to back off a bit, hoping to calm Sam down. "Look, I know you're upset. This is a LOT to take in. Believe me, it's not easy to talk about it. And it has nothing to do with Julia herself, it's just, well, we can't take
everyone with us, Sam. Your father, may he rest in peace, wouldn't have been happy living this kind of life. We all have to make some sacrifices."

"How could I even. . . would I have to tell her? No. No, this is too much. I don't want to even think about it. Just let us be. I, I need to get out of this house for awhile." Sam is full of anxiety and too shocked to continue any kind of conversation with his mother. Lila knows her son well enough to know not to push any further tonight.
"Please, Sam. Just take some time. I wouldn't have offered this if I didn't love you and want to see you take advantage of this beautiful opportunity. Promise me you'll think about it."
Sam sighs and shakes his head. "Do you really think I'll be able to think about anything else?" Sam hugs his mother, then calls Julia's name. She looks up from her book, oblivious to the entire scene. Sam takes his wife's hand, and leads her out of the room.
