Another part of town. Adorably gussied up in an adorable leopard print scarf and adorable matching shoes, Gabrielle sneaks out of her car and over to an adorable small house. Miguel answers the door. She smiles.
Miguel leads his boss/lover into his adolescent bedroom, apologizing for the mess. "You just missed my mom," he says. "Friday, she coaches my little sister's soccer team." Gabrielle clears a spot on the bed and takes a seat. "Yes, I heard that," she says, and tells him they need to talk. She's worried about Carlos. Miguel asks if he's on to them. "Doesn't have a clue, God love him," Gabrielle says, and then adds that when he comes over to garden, he should probably actually just garden. "Great. You're breaking up with me. In my own bedroom!" Miguel brats. Gabrielle assures him that she is not. "Lately, you're the only thing keeping me going," she says. But, she adds, they can't get it on in the house anymore. So they do it on the bed.
And over to marriage counseling, where KimberBree is yapping on and on about her children and blah blah superficial blah blah blah blah. Next to her, Rex looks exhausted. When she stops to take a breath, Dr. Goldfine tells her that she's spent most of the hour chit-chatting. "Rex has been very vocal about his issues. Don't you want to discuss your feelings about your marriage?" he asks. KimberBree looks like she'd rather drink paint than talk about her feelings. She hems and haws, and Rex pipes up that it's hard to know if KimberBree even has any feelings. And all of yours are snide. I know she tried to kill you. But you are kinda crabby. "She's always pleasant. And I can't tell you how annoying that is," he says. Well, Rex, it appears that you are always cranky, so you seem like a good match. Dr. Goldfine nods, and begins to speak. As he talks, KimberBree is mesmerized by a loose button hanging from his jacket. She surreptitiously reaches into her purse for her sewing kit. Dr. Goldfine turns to her and asks if she uses "housework as a way to disengage emotionally?" She smiles cheerfully. "Of course not," she chirps, dropping the sewing kit back into her bag.
Miguel's House of Teenage Sex. If only Gabrielle were his English teacher instead of his boss! Oh, the Pacey Witter jokes I could make. I've got so many of them! A lot of them involve my urging both young men to remove their pants in my apartment. "This is great. I've got tons of homework tonight. It's so much easier to concentrate after sex," Miguel says contently. Maybe for you, Sparky. Personally, I want to sleep. Or have some pancakes. Maybe both. "I'm glad I could help. Education is very important," Gabrielle says, putting on her earrings. Miguel has something for her: a rose. A single, perfect rose. "Just like you," Miguel sighs. Oh, Miguel. Didn't you learn anything from your stint in Harmony? Don't go getting all moony on your girlfriend, because the next thing you know, the witch next door is casting a spell so that you get attacked by bats so badly that you're unable to see her as she walks to the bus station and out of your life. MAVO obviouses that Miguel was totally in love with Gabrielle. She doesn't mention that he has incredibly white teeth, but Gabrielle has to have noticed that as well. "I gotta go," Gabrielle says, and books.