Helen and Joan arrive in the basement of St. Agnes. Helen, of course, is still wearing the coat. If you haven't been able to figure out this entire plot from the minute Joan and Judith hatched their little plan, I can't help you. Lily notices the big bag of clothes Joan's brought in and comments that she's amazing: "How are you at changing water into wine?" Joan scratches her belly -- and her shirt's riding up, so you can see the bandage -- and Lily asks, "Somebody get pierced?" Joan hushes her and looks around to see if her mother heard -- but Helen's busy with stuff. Joan asks Lily how she knew. Uh, the bandage over your navel? Lily says she can't get through a metal detector without a SWAT team surrounding her. Given that she has next to no visible piercings, she must have a fair number of not-so-visible ones. "You been using alcohol?" Joan says she has, but it won't heal: "It's oozing and gooey." Lily, brusquely: "Yeah, been there. It's the price of freakdom." It might also be the price of an $18 navel piercing. I don't know what the going prices are in the US, but I think around these parts, you can expect to pay $25 CAD for the piercing and at least $25 CAD for the jewellery at a reputable place. ["My nose ring was $50 USD for the pierce and $25 for the steel ring." -- Sars] Please, don't go to bargain basement body artists, people -- even if you're not paying for your piercing with ill-gotten booty, and have no reason to fear your piercing will become infected as punishment for your moral turpitude.