Rickie digs into a plate of leftovers and says he "must have forgotten to eat lunch today or something." Just then Patty and Graham come home. "Who tracked all these wet footprints in the hall?" she yells out. Hi, Patty. We love you too. She comes into the kitchen. "Oh, Rickie's here…" she says. "Graham, uh, look -- Rickie's here." She says it in a tone that means, "Oh, look, there's an ambiguously gendered half-Negro boy with a black eye in my kitchen."

She calls Angela into the other room to ask what's going on. "Look, it's no big deal, all right?" says Angela. "What happened? Was he in a fight?" asks Graham. "He says he fell," says Angela. Patty: "Well, in any case, it's awfully late to be having friends over." Angela says she thinks Rickie doesn't have anyplace to go. "Did he say that?" asks Graham. "No, I just have this feeling," says Angela. From the kitchen Rickie can hear the conversation. "Couldn't he just stay here for one night?" asks Angela. Patty gets all stern: "Honey, it's not our place. What if his parents are expecting him? What if -- honey, having him stay here is not the answer." Rickie overhears that and takes that as his cue. "Then what is the answer?" snaps Angela. The back door slams. "Oh, no. Rickie!" Angela runs to the door and looks out. She comes back into the living room. "He's gone."