Addison steps off the elevator, her eyes on the newspaper in her hand. Reading while walking! Didn't she hear about what supposedly happened to Tess? Naomi informs her that "Liar-Liar-Pants-on-Fire Angie" is back. "What do we do?" asks Addison. "We throw her ass out of our practice," says bad-cop Naomi. Attentive Dell delivers Naomi's morning coffee and papers and takes her coat, and Addison dismissively tosses her own coat on top of the pile. Hee. Naomi greets Angie in her sternest voice, but Angie's already looking contrite. It seems she looked up Dr. Montgomery on the internet (did you know that there's just a tiny bit of information about Addison Forbes Montgomery on the internet?) and learned that she's a genetic specialist, so she's back. Their discussion yesterday convinced her that "it's better to know the truth." Naomi guesses that Angie had a talk with Ray about not wanting kids; when Angie says that's not it, Nai is ready to dismiss her. "I need to know the truth," Angie pleads. "I need to know whether or not I'm dying." Whaaa?
"Huntington's Disease?" asks Naomi when we come back from the commercial break. Angie and Addison explain that it's a degenerative disorder that involves a long and painful deterioration. Angie knows because her mother and grandmother both had it, which means she has a 50% chance of inheriting the gene, and a 100% chance of dying from the disease if she has the gene. She's never been tested, and she never told Ray. "I wasn't looking to get married," she explains. "It was just dating." Angie, Angie, how can you expect Addison to focus on your problems when you keep reminding her of her own? Then, she says, she fell in love with Ray, and she didn't want to scare him (or herself) by mentioning the risk. Now the whole having-kids thing has come up (did this couple get married half an hour after they met? They don't seem to have discussed much beforehand), and she feels she can't risk passing on the gene. Nor does she want to have a child if she's going to die of Huntington's. But last night Ray started thinking of names for their hypothetical baby, and Angie realized that she wants to have a family and grow old with him. So now she's hopeful that she doesn't have the gene, and she's ready to find out. "Because knowing the truth is better than hiding from it," Naomi observes, trying to take credit for this turnaround. Teary-eyed Angie insists, "I want to know. I want to live!"
In the kitchen, Charlotte is poking around in the fridge and bitching about expiration dates. "Noodles don't go bad!" shouts Cooper, as Charlotte drops a Chinese food take-out carton into the trash. "What is she doing here?" Addison wonders. "Throwing away people's noodles!" says the still-wounded Cooper. Now what will he have for lunch? Addison goes to the fridge and takes out the blender pitcher, half-full of her favorite green potion, while Charlotte explains that she's there because Pete's CD didn't help her sleep. (But I'll bet her Latin is much improved! She needs to look on the bright side.) Violet comes in and asks the depressed-looking Cooper whether he made "the call," and he tells her he did. Naomi tells Violet that she might need her to see Angie. "She still lying to her husband?" Violet asks: she's been following the latest plot developments closely, since she hasn't had any patients of her own. Addison catches her up on what they've learned about Angie's situation. Vi passes a bagel to Cooper: "You need to eat," she tells him. "I can't," he says sadly. He's really taking the loss of those noodles hard, huh?