"I know that. I feel horrible even saying these things," Soliloquy Judy laments. Yeah, but don't feel horrible for wanting more than he can give you. There is a difference.

"I have a son. This is my life. This is what it is," Sam says. Judy says she totally understands, but that "it's just not easy." She admits that she may have "some reservations about getting involved with a man and his son who doesn't want his father to be with anyone besides his mother -- which is completely understandable." She breaks it to Sam that just because she likes Jamian, it doesn't mean that he'll ever like her back. She says that she's trying. "Judy..." Sam falters.

"Do something! Anything. Tell me it will all work out. Hold me!" Soliloquy Judy begs. Ew.

Sam ducks his head and doesn't say anything. "Yeah, I'm gonna..." Judy whispers, hooking her finger at the door. The bathroom door creaks open, and Jamian peeks around it. He looks at the floor to show us that he feels guilty. As well he should.

The next morning, Judy pops in the back door of Manning Manor and finds Lily at the counter with a newspaper and coffee. Lily is surprised to see Judy, and asks why she's not at the cabin. Before Judy can pour out her heart, the posse comes tearing through the kitchen, fighting over whom Eli will drop off first. Grace complains that she's already late to meet A.J. at the library, but Zoe and Jessie gripe that they'll be late for their movie if they don't go first. Eli settles it by saying he doesn't care who gets dropped off first, they just need to get going. Grace breaks free of the pack and circles back to ask Lily for her truck. Lily says no, she needs it. "For what?" Grace snits. Lily defensively says that she doesn't know. Grace thanks her sarcastically, and the brood finally heads out the back door. "Ah, listen to that," Lily says, savoring the silence. "I can just sit here and drink this coffee and read this newspaper like I'm an actual person," she says dreamily. She notices Judy's downcast expression and asks what's wrong. Judy glumly says she doesn't know.

Soliloquy Judy lays it out: "Okay, this is what was supposed to happen. I would get married in the spring of my thirty-first year in the rose garden at Lincoln Park. I would have one boy. And two years later, a girl. I would be a very interesting photographer who could juggle her career and kids with aplomb. And my husband would be...he would be...." Anyone but Sam Blue?