So Redding's telling Hill about how his mother was all into civil rights, and how she dragged Hill's father down to Washington, D.C. to hear Dr. King, to join the big march. Redding stayed behind, however, to wait for something better to come along. Hill's parents were part of the most important event of the 20th century, while Redding was "two days in to a five-day drunk." Smell the sadness dripping down the walls. Touch the regret hanging in the air. But the market of parties interested in a journey of change and self-discovery dried up last Tuesday. Thanks, though.
Guerra's in group, talking about how he got a postcard from his "honey" -- she's in Maui (marrying Aidan, perhaps?). Ryan's off about how great Maui is, with vaginal volcanoes and big-breasted women, but he kind of stops himself when he realizes that Sister Pete is sitting next to him. From what she's been doing lately, it seems like she'd like to know Ryan's preferences. Maybe she can set him up. Pete wants to know if it bothers him that his girlfriend is in Hawaii, if he's lonely, needs a date. Guerra's confident that his girlfriend still loves him, but the postcard makes him sad about all the places he'll never see. Hill, annoyed that someone thinks they've got bigger problems than him, chides Guerra for kvetching about his girlfriend going on vacation. See, he thought it was bad to lose his legs and his freedom, but he's recently realized that the worst thing -- the thing that really steals your manhood -- is having a woman walk away from you and then turn her head around slowly. In black-and-white. Oh, and -- she's got a purse.
Cloutier, backed by what sounds like a lot of flies, lures a mesmerized Dr. Nathan into his lair, waving his bubbly hand at her -- his arm is swathed in part of a dress that Bjork might fancy -- and stroking her cheek when she approaches his bed. She says she wishes she could understand, and then kisses his hand. And then rubs some soot from her lips and uses it a cross on her forehead. Someone darts out from behind the wall and smacks me in the head with a board.