Oh right, Susan. Mike arrives with more boxes, prompting a festival of Frenching from Susan. "That's your answer to everything these days," says Mike. She laughs and wonders what they should do for dinner. Unfortunately, Mike can't make dinner re: an emergency broken pipe. Oh, okay, so it's Thursday, and Mike's going to go paddle CreePaul down at the baseball diamond. Susan tells Mike that she'll keep it warm for him. Mike repeats that he's going to be too late for dinner. "I wasn't talking about dinner," Susan replies. Flirt! Mike laughs and turns to go into the house. Susan slides some empty boxes out of the cab of Mike's truck. Wait, why is he bringing empty boxes to Susan's house? Isn't he moving in? Shouldn't he be bringing full boxes over? Anyway, who cares, because Susan finds Mrs. Huber's diary! I'm very much surprised that Felicia let it out of her clutches, unless she's trying to frame Mike? But, right, Susan finds Mrs. Huber's diary! And, of course, when Mike comes along, asking if Susan needs any help with those heavy empty boxes, she hides the diary between two boxes and shoos Mike off to go take care of his "plumbing emergency" (which, by the way, is my new euphemism for any type of gastro-intestinal disruption). As Mike gets into his truck, Susan shoots his retreating form a sad, searching look. So much for Susan's newfound unshakable trust. How long did that last, six hours? Cue ominous fluting!
Episode Report CardEvany: B | 608 USERS: B-
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