A young Angelica is in Nel's bedroom making up the bed.

Mike walks upstairs and looks into his wife's bedroom wishing she was still there.

He continues to watch Angelica make the bed as he thinks about Nel.

Mike wishes he never did what he did to Nel, but she was becoming crazy and a danger to herself and their son Mitch.

Putting her in a mental hospital was the best thing he could think of for the safety of herself, Mitch, and their unborn babies.

Mike sighs and walks in to talk to the young Angelica.

"Mitch is camping out in his room. I was wondering if you could make him a sandwich." Mike says with a small smile.

"Of course, Dr. Grassi." She says.

Mike mouths thank you to her and goes to walk out of the room.

"Could you help me a minute?" Young Angelica asks.

Mike looks her up and down before walking back into the bedroom to help her with the bed sheets.

"It must be hard on you with your wife indisposed. I miss Nel. We became quite close." She says.

He nods his head and picks up one end of fitted sheet.

"Don't worry. Our secret is safe." She says.

"What secret?" Mike asks.

Young Angelica starts to crawl across the bed seductively towards Mike.

"The way you look at me. The way you fantasize about me. You have a diseased mind, Dr. Grassi. That must be why you became a therapist."

Mike stands still not sure what to do, so he tries to talk his way out of it.

"I'm glad you and my wife are friends, but I'm not interested in your pet theories about me."

"So maybe I'm way off base, or maybe I'm crazy like Nel. Is that what you think, Doctor?"

Mike looks her up and down again as she gets almost right on top of him.

"I think you must have pretty low self-esteem, to keep throwing yourself at a married man who doesn't want you."

"So, you don't want me? You don't find me attractive?"

"Just make Mitch a sandwich, please."

"I don't believe you, Mike. I know you want me."

Mike pushes Angelica off of him and looks her in the eyes so she knows he is being serious.

"No, I don't want this. I love my wife. I want her to get better and come home, so I can take care of her. I just want a normal, boring family." He says.

Young Angelica looks down from his face trying not to make eye contact with him.

"That was a beautiful speech, Mike."

"It's Dr. Grassi. No more games. No more bullshit. Do you understand?" Mike spats.

"I'd better make Mitch a sandwich." Young Angelica says.

Mike sighs in relief as she gets off of him and walks towards the door.

Before leaving the room, she turns back around to look at Mike.

"You know, it's just a matter of time, Mike. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak."

**

Connie sits only in her home, painting in silence in her kitchen.

She takes a sip of her glass of whiskey as the back door opens causing her dogs to bark interrupting her peace and quite.

"Hey." Darrien says walking into the kitchen, setting down his keys.

"Did they all...?"

"Poo? Uh, yeah. Oh, all except for that one." He says.

Connie lights a cigarette and looks at her unfinished painting.

"Well, if he shits in the house, you're cleaning it up." She says.

Connie then looks over at Darrien and all the dirt he brought in from outside.

"Damn. Look at the mud you tracked in." She says.

Darrien look at the kitchen table where Connie's empty bottle of whiskey was sitting.

He knew she was drunk and didn't want any part of her games tonight.

Ever since Nicole passed away, she hasn't been the same.

"Nice." Darrien says picking up the empty bottle.

"And you smoked the last one." He says picking up the empty cigarette pack.

"My daughter just died, and you're on my back about a goddamn cigarette? Here! Smoke that one, asshole." She says throwing her lit cigarette at Darrien.

He picks it up and puts in out in the ash tray and looks up to Connie.

"I'm not another one of your dogs! I got a job. I work hard. I don't want to come over here, I don't wanna have to work more."

"You got a job, reading a script down at a call center for two hours a day. Oh, my. Let me rub your feet. And how did those head shots that I paid for work out for you?"

Darrien has a hurt look on his face as Connie continues to talk and sip on her glass of whiskey.

He paces back and forth in the kitchen as he rubs his temples.

He then walks up behind Connie and places his hands on her shoulders.

"I'm sorry about Nikki. She was a cool chick." Darrien says.

Connie pushes his face away from her in disgust.

"Ugh! Yeah. Maybe that's why you used to come over here early, huh? Before I got home? So you could spend...a little time diddling her, huh? Whispering sweet nothings in her ear?" Connie spats.

Darrien walks away to grab his keys and leave.

"I hate it when you drink." He says under his breath.

Before he can open the door to leave, Connie calls for him and stops him in his tracks.

"Hey!"

"What?"

"Why don't you run on down to the Koreans and get us another carton of ciggies?"

"That's where I'm going."

"And take that goddamn dog with you. And don't come back until he does his business."

Darrien looks at her with a disgusted look on his face.

He sighs and snatches the lash off of the door loudly and storms out of the house.

Connie sits there by herself again rubbing her head and looking around the kitchen.

**

Darrien walks outside of Connie's yard and down the street past the Grassi's house talking to the dog.

As he passes the Grassi's house.

Isabel is leaned up against the front fence whistling at Darrien.

He looks over and sees Isabel in this short black dress and dark makeup on looking at him.

"Is that for me?" He asks.

"For the dog actually. Where you headed?" She asks.

Darrien looks around and walks closer to Isabel.

"The store. You want some candy, little girl?" He says.

"You're with that lady next door. She a little old for you?"

Darrien shrugs and looks away.

"She seems like a royal bitch." Isabel says.

Darrien chuckles a little and looks back up to Isabel.

"Maybe you and I should run away together then." He smiles.

Isabel holds her hand out for Darrien to take.

Darrien gives her a small smile taking her hand as she leads him inside the Grassi's home.