"You don't want to be the bigger person here," says Michael, "but you have to." "Michael!" Allie shouts. "She told me I MUST PACK MY STUFF." Good. I'm glad her mother told her SHE MUST PACK HER STUFF. Because if she'd been my child, she'd have been packed up and gone by age sixteen.
"Wow," says Wedge, looking over my shoulder and blowing smoke into my hair, "you're pretty harsh." I don't even turn around and look at him, but simply reach up, grab the American Spirit from between his fingers, and say, "Walk away from the Regina. The Regina is on FIRE." "So's Regina's hair," he retorts. "Watch that cig." Smart-ass. Oh, shit! I am on fire! Oh, dammit! Ew. The smell of burnt hair. Ew. "Burn some incense, goddammit!" I yell at Wedge, who has now returned to the living room to watch my recently purchased copy of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Wire Work. "Burn it yourself!" he shouts back. Fucker.
Back to the recap. Allie walks up the stairs to her home and packs her bags as Allie's mother says in a VO that throwing Allie out of the house was probably one of the most difficult things for her to do. Allie's mom goes on to say that, selfishly, she just thought she was going to go out of her mind if Allie stayed and that she needed her space. Her "space" being defined by "a space within which Allie does not exist." "That was a heartache," says Allie's mom, starting to cry. "That was really tough...um..." The camera cuts away from Allie's mom, as she's obviously getting very upset.
"I feel like we're lost," says Allie in her brother's car. "I feel like we have nothing. I feel like everything that we've ever worked for has completely been cut." Allie twists her split-ended hair in frustration. "If she could truly understand everything inside of me, I don't think we'd be fighting quite like we do." Allie calls Brett on the car phone and asks if she can sleep over at her house.
Brett consents, I guess, because Michael drives Allie up a driveway, which I can only assume is Brett's. However, Brett's house is an exact replica of my friend Millicent's childhood home in Northbrook. This makes me think that either Brett lives in the same Northbrook subdivision that Millicent lived in or Allie's actually becoming a lodger at Casa de Marlborough. I think Millicent might have mentioned something to me, though. The fact that I might be able to identify the neighborhood where Allie is staying isn't really important, to say the least, but it makes me feel like I know something that many others don't, so I feel all special now and stuff. I'm glowing, as Wedge can attest. "She's glowing," he says laconically, munching on a Claussen pickle. He's a charmer, that Wedge.