Helen's in the kitchen chopping the daylights out of some mushrooms. ["Interesting choice of vegetable given the previous scene. Snick." -- Sars] Joan's sitting on the table telling Kevin, "When I see him it just makes me remember how hurt I was. Am. I know it's time to move on but all that old stuff is still there, you know?" So does everybody know now what Adam did? Kevin asks if she wants some brotherly advice. Joan: "Uh, no thanks, Sir Dumped-a-Lot." Heh. Kevin expounds: "Exes can't be friends. You have to cut the cord." Joan: "Oh? What about Brad and Jen?" What about them? Are they friends? Wait, I just remembered: I don't care. Kevin: "What about Ben and Jen?" Joan: "What about Ben and the other Jen?" I don't even know who they're talking about anymore. Even better, I still don't care. Kevin: "What about the other Jen --" Just then Will arrives home, and Helen snaps: "What about shutting up for one minute?" Will, just coming into the kitchen, announces pleasantly, "All done protecting and serving. Arcadia is on its own." See? Isn't it better this way, when we just hear about it secondhand? As he walks past Joan, she whispers a warning: "Watch it." He notes the dinner menu: "Oooh…coleslaw and…cheese grits. To what do we owe this culinary delight?" Helen says she felt like comfort food: "If you wanna order Chinese, go right ahead." Joan: "Told ya." Will: "Me? I love down-home cooking." He asks if she's okay. She claims it's the onions. Joan takes off for work. Will comments, "You're chopping that onion as if it ran the school board." Helen: "I said I'm fine! Stop playing detective." She suddenly cuts herself and hollers, "Damn it!" Will asks if she's okay, and Kevin turns his chair with concern. Helen: "Stop asking that!" She rushes off to deal with her wound. Kevin looks at Will, who indicates he'll go see about Helen.
She's rinsing her bloody digit in the sink when Will comes in. She looks at him sadly and admits, "So, uh, it wasn't the onions." Will: "I got that." He walks over to her as she starts to open a bandage. With her eyes downcast, she begins, "That guy in art school…the man who raped me…" Will: "They found him?" She looks up: "No. He found me." Every cell in Will's body contracts slightly. She continues, "He wants to apologize to me before he dies." Will, reaching for his cell phone: "Sick bastard." I thought he was going for his gun. Helen asks what he's doing. He's calling the DA. Helen: "He has pancreatic cancer. He's in a hospice. He'll be dead before it'd even get to trial." Will: "Yeah, well, he's not dead yet." She takes the phone, and Will is incredulous: "Are you actually thinking of going?" She doesn't know: "I -- I think maybe this was brought to me as some kind of test." Will: "No. Don't. This is not some mission from God. This is the man who raped you." Helen presses her lips together and looks down.