Cut to Libby, noticing the pig and then rolling her eyes as she tries to decide where she'll be sleeping that night. Heh. She wanders over to a flatbed truck, where Sofie is snuggled up under a blanket. After explaining that the little red pig means that Ma wants to get "porked," Libby climbs up into the truck and stretches out beside her friend. There's some schoolgirl giggling, and then Libby wonders aloud who Sofie might share her birthday with. This causes Sofie to admit that she doesn't actually know her birthday, because Mommatose went comatose on the day she was born and doesn't remember anything except for the fact that the cherry trees were blooming. Yeah. Okay. I'm calling bullshit. The very fact that both Sofie and Mommatose are alive today means that someone else had to be there when she was born; otherwise they both would have starved to death in a puddle of placenta. So unless we're supposed to believe that no one bothered to write the date down or pass it along to any of the people who must have been there to raise Sofie from an infant, there's just no way she wouldn't know her birthday to within at least a day or two. Theoretically, it's a nice bit of characterization to add some mystery to the 'Tose clan, but I'm just not buying it. Libby, however, eats it up like a kid with a bag full of candy corn. Mmm. Candy corn. "You ain't like nobody else," she whispers, as she reaches out to caress Sofie's face. And then they kiss! No, not really. Sigh. Sofie admits to being sad that Libby is leaving just when they were finally getting to know each other, and Libby responds by eagerly inviting the not-yet-sapphic Sofie to join her in Hollywood. "You gonna be a carnie for the rest of your life?" she asks. "Going from one shithole town to another? This ain't no life." Sofie looks as though she agrees, but says nothing.