Back at the Yost house, Cissy sits stewing and smoking in the kitchen. Shaun lies on his bed looking ceiling-ward. And Butchie and Tina wait outside in Tina's fancy red sports car, trying to summon up the nerve to stare down Cissy. "Let's hang out all night and steal their morning paper," Butchie mutters. This is about the point that Kai is wandering down the street toward the Yost house and spots Butchie with his ex. Fellahs, a little morning-after etiquette tip from your old pal Mr. Sobell: after a night of passion, don't let your new lady friend spy you sitting in a sports car with the porn star you impregnated. Seriously, it's, like, eight times worse than not calling the next day. Kai looks sad and scurries off into the night. Oblivious to all this, Butchie tells Tina that her decision to drop off Shaun probably saved Mitch and Cissy from a fate worse than...well, apparently worse than their present condition. Because instead of focusing on Mitch's injury and Cissy's general unpleasantness and the serial infidelity and the acid, they could turn their attention to raising Shaun. Or some such thing. "It wasn't a burden you put on her," Butchie said. "You know, getting Shaun to hold was a gift. She held on real tight for a long fuckin' time."