He's got a point, actually. I give the guy a hard time occasionally, but he's almost always looking out for Morgan. I may not like his method of delivery, but I kind of dig how blunt he is with Morgan, because, quite frankly, I think bluntness is the only way in which to deal with the boy. Listen to me. "The boy." What am I, Auntie Mame? Jesus.
Morgan leaves after hearing this particular bit of bluntness, and Papa Morgan says, "Seems Morgan doesn't want to grow up." Yeah. It would seem that way. Meanwhile, Morgan and Duncan are playing baseball out on some field (if by "playing" you mean "running aimlessly around a baseball diamond, throwing a baseball bat at your younger brother and then wrestling him down to the ground so as to get a better vantage point from which to beat him senseless") as Papa Morgan's VO explains that Morgan's sort of stuck between being a child and becoming an adult. So am I, actually. That doesn't give me license to chuck a hard wooden object at my sibling.
No. NO! Please, NO! Allie's reading her poetry. Gah. GAH! GAAAAAAHHH!! Something about "tugging" and "holding on" and "struggle." Ew. Stinky-poo.
Beyond the bad poetry (and believe me, I know whereof I speak; I have all of my old college poems saved on disc somewhere and they are, without a doubt, completely ATROCIOUS; so much pain, so much angst, so many DESCRIPTIVES -- stinky-poo times ten, people), Allie informs us that she and her mother had a huge fight. The result? Allie's mom told her to pack her bags.
And then we're over at Allie's brother's place and I'm all confused because, um, when their dad got married, didn't Michael (her brother) have to come in from out of town or something? There was some mention of him being in town and not even visiting their mom. I don't think I'm wrong on this. However, since I've already sent my tape off to a friend for viewing, I can't check. Bluebird? Can you check the tape for me and make sure I'm right? I hate being wrong in these recaps. Thanks, babe. I'll buy you a margarita next time I'm in L.A. (No, that's not her real name, but her real name is none of your business. It's Crane, actually. Crane Seagull. She has lovely plumage.)
Anyway, Allie's over at Michael's and she says, "Michael. She didn't even tell me why she was so mad last night. She just said, 'You always do this. You always do that.' Because she's mad at me about something she can't even pinpoint." Michael responds, almost completely turning around from his computer where, I'm sure, an ongoing game of Quake is being played, "Do you think anyone wanted any of this?" Word, Michael. Word. Shut up, Allie. No. SHUT UP.
But she won't. Allie goes on to tell us in a VO that she has one older brother, Michael, you know, in case we didn't get it when he went to the wedding and she called him "my brother Michael." When Allie and her mother get into conflicts, he'll be her voice and her mother's voice, apparently. "You guys don't listen to each other," he says, still trying to score points at Quake. "It's like a game the two of you don't even know you're playing. And you're playing it all day long. And it sucks." Yeah. I kind of like Michael. He's sort of saying what I would say if Allie had come to me with this shit. Of course, my responses would be peppered with "Shut up, Allie!" and "Oh, just GROW UP, Allie!" and "Go get me more smokes, Allie!" and "Shut UP, Allie!"