Angela checks under all the stall doors in the girls' room and finds Rayanne in the last stall. To the door, she murmurs, "Rayanne? Rayanne, I feel terrible, okay?" A couple of girls smoking at the opposite end of the room start giggling. Angela sort of strokes the stall door and says, "I have to go to Health in a few minutes." "Why?" Rayanne mutters. "Why do I feel terrible?" Angela asks. "Yeah," Rayanne says. "Because! Of what I did! You didn't get to go to the concert," Angela explains. Rayanne tells her what we already knew -- that Rayanne did go to the concert. Rayanne says that Amber's boyfriend got Rayanne a ticket. She goes for the sink and applies lipstick but totally fails to wash her hands. I'm just saying.

Angela stares balefully at Rayanne's reflection until Rayanne turns and says, "Making you feel bad is too easy. Takes all the fun out of it." Angela's chin starts to quiver. Rayanne tries to help Angela understand: "Look, your dad probably gives you stuff all the time, so it's probably no big deal to you. But to me? The fact that he did that....Face it, I'm envious. I'm a green-eyed monster." Rayanne crosses to another side of the room and busies herself with her bag. Angela briefly rubs her forehead, and then declares, "You don't know everything about my dad. Remember the night we couldn't get into Let's Bolt? I saw him around the corner from our house, and he was talking to this girl, like, in her twenties." Angela delivers this monologue as though damning Graham to hell, but Rayanne just asks, "So?" "So...?" replies Angela, as if saying, "Duh?" Rayanne snorts, "I've been lucky. My dad's had, like, eight different girlfriends since he left, so I'm used to it. But, Angela, whatever your dad may be doing with whatever girl -- and you don't even know if he is -- he's still the type of dad that would lay two Dead tickets on you, out of nowhere. That's what matters." Angela swallows hard.

Patty closes up the print shop, turning off lights as she goes. When she gets to the door, her dad is standing there checking out some piece of paper. She says, "Daddy!" in surprise, and he mutters, "Patricia, you want to give me another heart attack? What are you doing working so late? [indicating the paper in his hand] What is this?" Patty says he's holding her master plan, which involves the company's moving into the "world of high-speed copiers." She breezily asks what he thinks. He starts to caution her that it seems like a lot of money to spend at once, but before he can get too far into his free advice, she cuts him off: "You know that's exactly what I thought, Dad, and then it came to me -- lease it! That way it only costs about eight grand a month." He starts to speak but she stops him again: "Yeah, I know that's not peanuts, but, oh, Dad -- it looks like offset! People won't have to go to an offset printer! They can come to us! We can keep more stuff in-house." Dad bitterly remarks, "Well! I see you've got it all figured out!" He starts to walk off, adding a bitter little chuckle as punctuation to his speech. Patty looks stung, and declares, "You know, I could work sixteen hours a day and it wouldn't be enough. You know how late I work. I know you came here to make up with me." With his back still to her, Dad snorts, "Me! I'm still waiting for an apology." "You'll be waiting awhile," Patty tells him. Dad turns abruptly, as though wondering where she got the stones all of a sudden. Allowing the tears to creep, just a little, into her voice, Patty says, "Dad, I have opinions. I have to have them, stick to them, make decisions. I have to. You asked me to when you --" "I didn't ask you to bankrupt us!" he interrupts, and she storms over and says, "NO, Dad, you have to hear this!" Dad looks wary. Patty barrels ahead: "When you asked me to take over -- when you asked me to run this business -- maybe you didn't know what you were asking. God knows I didn't! And sometimes I miss how it used to be, when I never questioned you. But I've turned some sort of corner with this, and I can't go back."