Sophia: I thought I heard you in here. What are you doing home?
Dorothy: I'm all better, Ma.
Rose: Oh, she is not. She's afraid to have the surgery because she has a phobia about hospitals.
Dorothy: And do you know why I have that phobia? Because when I was five years old, I was left alone in the hospital on the day I was having my tonsils taken out.
Sophia: I was in Cleveland at your Uncle Mario's funeral.
Dorothy: Yeah, but Pop wasn't.
Sophia: Of course not, he hated your Uncle Mario. Everyone hated your Uncle Mario. That's how he died. Twenty-three stab wounds during a block party and nobody saw a thing.
Dorothy: Pop left a scared, sick five-year-old all alone at the hospital. Said he had to go to work.
Sophia: He did have to go to work. How else could we have paid for the operation?
Dorothy: All I know is, I was alone and terrified and I have never gotten over it. I still have that phobia about hospitals.