you ready for your interview?
the accelerated program would look great on your med school application.
well, drew. i have a surprise. everybody stops what they're doing for a beat.
i took the day off. i'm going into the city with you.
isn't that great! we can do some shopping, have lunch, real girl stuff. won't that be fun?
you okay?
i just thought.  you know.  i've been working and we haven't had a chance to spend much time together.
 and both my babies are going away to college next fall. she takes her plate and goes to the sink and parker follows her, putting an arm around her shoulder.
stop it, you two. mom blows her nose.
i use chemistry every day.
come on, honey! let's tear up manhattan! with a shiver, drew closes the book, looks up into the mirror, takes a squirt off her inhaler to calm herself and tries some self-reassurance.
doctor macleod.  i'm sorry, but my itinerary is booked solid today. call dr. wessels. he's covering for me. he did? are you sure it's the baby's head? all right. i'm coming. frustrated, mom hangs up and with a look of profound disappointment, turns to drew.
i'm sorry, hon. it's a blue light special in maternity. every bed's full and some poor woman is about to give birth in the gift shop. i have to go in. drew musters her best sad, sad face for her mom.
i know.
i promise. i better hurry. have parker drop you at the train station on her way to school, will you? quinn gives her daughter a smile and a kiss.
kill 'em in that interview.
are you kidding me? you're drew macleod. nobody's smarter, nobody works harder and nobody, and i mean nobody, is ever more prepared. drew smiles, hugs her mom and jumps out, waving as her mom backs down the drive and disappears down the street. with the weight of the world suddenly lifted from her shoulders, drew looks to the sky and mouths, "thank you." this is when parker comes hauling down the driveway in her honda accord. drew signals her to stop, so of course her sister ignores her and jets into the street.
mrs. greenspan? you're going to have to help. i need you to push. but they don't have her attention which is riveted on.  .  a tv tuned to "the today show" where whack! the desk clerk drops drew like a sapp-sacking gannon, throwing them both into the line of audience members, who then
girls? quinn steps in, grimfaced.
how naive do you think i am? the girls share a look. busted.
i know what this is. there's almost a palpable sense of relief between the girls. they both look down and pull up their shirts -- parker's not the only one who has her naval pierced -- drew does, too.
parker, i'm disappointed you'd do something like this without consulting me, but drew? what got into you? do you know how unhygienic those places are?
yeah. obviously. oh, by the way.  she holds out her other hand, which has an envelope.
this came in the mail. they stare at the envelope -- nyu admissions department.