Sal's home with his wife Kitty, who's being played (unrecognizably, to me) by Sarah Drew, who Everwood fans will remember as Hannah. The bell rings, and Kitty answers it to find Ken with a big bouquet and compliments on how great the meal smells. Kitty passes the credit to "the Maestro," and given everything that's going to happen she might as well hand the flowers off to him as well. Sal shakes Ken's hand and goes to get him a drink, and Ken takes in the décor, which I can't see much of at this point but still might describe as sixties kitsch. Kitty gives credence to this by saying that she and Sal "let [them]selves go," and then tells him that she grew up a block away from Sal in Baltimore. "I guess I just always had a crush on an older man." Nothing wrong with that -- what made you pick a gay one instead? Sal adds that when he moved his mother up there (like the good Italian he is), Kitty came as well, and then gets Ken to taste the sauce: "Be honest. I'm fragile." Heh. Ken loves it, but then tells Sal he doesn't want to keep worrying about what he thought, so: What did he think? Sal assures Ken that he loved the story, and Kitty chimes in that he wouldn't stop talking about it, but also wouldn't let her read it. Sal's outside voice: "I didn't know how you felt." Sal's inside voice: "When I read your story, it was like we were the only two people in the world, and my wife horning in would have been weird for a host of reasons from which you can take your pick." More pleasantries are exchanged, and then Sal proposes a toast to the story, which just so happens to be episode-titled "The Gold Violin." Ken tells Sal that he saw one at the Met. "It's perfect in every way, except it couldn't make music." A lot of people would find that an appropriate nickname for Ace Young, then. (That one's for Joe R.) The food is served, and Sal digs in as heartily as you might expect from someone who's sublimating hardcore.
The Cadillac is parked with the radio playing, and we see it's near its owners, who are having a picnic. Don lazily wonders where Bobby is, and then asks Sally if she'd really rather play checkers than "my look at the clouds game." If I weren't old enough to smoke pot, I admit I'd feel the same way. Sally tells Don what she'd really rather do is play with Silly Putty, but Don tells her he doesn't want it in the car. Betty bails on the checkers game in order to lie against Don, but Bobby tries to ruin the mood by rushing up and doing a pee-pee dance. Don tells him to go behind a tree, as no one's looking. Okay, but be sure to tell him this is a one-time thing. You don't want him killing your rosebushes. Sally says she wants to "tinkle outside," prompting Don to tell her that when he was a boy on the farm, they had an outhouse that was way out in the yard, and on nights when there was no moon to see by, they had to feel their way out there using a rope. Now that's a time I could see going behind a tree. Sally laughs that she's glad they don't live in "the olden days," and then asks if they're rich. Betty, after a glance at Don, says it's not polite to talk about money, although her point is slightly stepped on when Bobby runs up and rejoices at his success in marking the nearby foliage. Don takes this as their cue to leave, but not before he chucks his empty beer can away and they leave a bunch of garbage on the grass. Don, give a hoot. Don't be an asshole.