Gentle Readers: Yep. Exactly as principled as David.
Recapper: I'm sorry. I'll be better.
Recapper's Mother: You'd better be better because I read these recaps, too.
Recapper: Yes, mum. Anyhow, Emma won't go out with a guy if she doesn't know his name because she's not a moron and has no interest in either adulterers or ax murders. The MYSTERIOUS STRANGER relents and says his name is, "August. August W. Booth."
Emma: Seriously, with the W?
August: The W is for Wayne. And now you're fresh out of excuses. After work, be here or be square.
Recapper: When I was writing the recaplet, August's names took me to an assassin or serial killer place, but people in our forum pointed out that Wayne C. Booth was a noted literary critic. One of his books includes The Rhetoric of Fiction, in which he posits...
Gentle Readers: You recognize we can read the Wikipedia link on our own, right?
Recapper: Yes, but I'm making a point. Booth says that readers don't discern between the author and the narrator, so critics who insist on eradicating authorial presence when examining a text are dumb and possibly stupid (okay, paraphrase). I find this interesting because some fan theories about August posit that he is the author or narrator of Henry's Once Upon A Time book. We know he's a writer and he carries that antique (possibly enchanted) typewriter around with him. When last we saw Henry's book, it was in August's possession.
Gentle Readers: Yawn.
Recapper: Sorry. So, in Granny's diner, Mary Margaret asks Emma who the stranger is. Emma says doesn't know yet. Mary babbles nervously for a moment, then finally admits that while Emma advised her to stay away from David and Mary agreed this was a good idea, she hasn't been staying away from David, at all.
Emma: No duh.
Mary: But we've been so discreet!
Audience: Yeah, like kissing downtown in broad daylight?!
Emma: Look, I'm the sheriff. You're a lovesick school teacher. Two teacups in sink. New perfume. Late nights. Plunging necklines...
Recapper: Seriously, it's barely a V.
Emma: When I met you, Mary, you were a top button kind of girl. But whatevs. I'm not your mother.
Henry: Right. You're her daughter.
Recapper: Kid, you're not in this scene.
Henry: I've really gotta call my agent.