Meanwhile, Mike comes over to Susan's. He tells her that he knows she has a lot of questions. And he doesn't want to lose her. So she can ask him anything she wants. Anything at all. And does she? NO. BECAUSE SHE IS AN IDIOT. Instead she just says, "You just told me everything I need to know," and pulls him inside and they have sex...
...while Paul is beating the life out of Mrs. Kravitz. You know, the old sex/death thing. Yada yada yada. Death, orgasm, blah blah blah. Been there, done that, not impressed with the pretentious attempt at symbolism. So, Mrs. Kravitz is all dead and shit, so Paul wraps her up in her rag rug.
Meanwhile, Susan kisses Mike. They both still have their shirts on because no one on Wisteria Lane knows what they're doing in the sack.
KimberBree reads the Bible. She looks up at her son, who's playing his GameBoy gleefully. She looks pretty upset. Andrew does not.
Gabrielle helps Carlos with Mrs. Solis's Sponge Bath of Guilt. He kisses her, gratefully. She makes guilty faces.
Paul cleans up Mrs. Kravitz's blood with the attention to detail one might find in a second-grader's rendering of a flower. Dude, if the police come over with any kind of forensic team at all, you are totally screwed.
And finally, Lynette sleeps. On the sofa. Instead of her bed. Because she's given up on her sleep cycle entirely. She dreams that she is at the park with the children. And lo, they are well-behaved. And Mary Alice was there. And the Tin Man. And the Scarecrow. Mary Alice smiles at Lynette. Lynette kisses the baby...and we're out. Lynette, sleep in your bed next time.
Next week: LYNETTE IS NOT WEARING THE CHOKER IN TWO OUT OF THREE SCENES IN WHICH SHE IS FEATURED IN THE PREVIEW. Repeat: we have lost the choker!