By now, Sarah's put enough of a dent in that bottle of wine to put her in a state to say, "I killed her. I killed my best friend." Bettina and Ruth tell her she's wrong, and Ruth reminds Sarah that she always says everything happens for a reason. Which sends Sarah off on a rant about all the evil in the world (war, tsunamis, legless grandmothers, Bush reelections), of which she is but one manifestation. "Sarah, no!" Ruth says, but Bettina whispers to let her sister go. Patricia Clarkson didn't get her Oscar, you see, so now she's going for her Emmy. Sarah says it was her idea to go hiking, and she practically dragged Fiona along, even when Fiona declined twice. "What am I, the Antichrist?" She sobs that someone should lock her up or throw her in a hole, and settles down for a good wail. Fade to white/really long night.
In David and Keith's breakfast nook the next morning, Anthony and Durrell open a present from David: it's a PlayStation 2 with Gran Turismo 4. David must have heard somewhere that that's a big game in the "urban market." The gift is obviously a surprise to Keith, who glances over sharply. The kids run off to hook it up while David reminds them they have school in ten minutes. Good timing, David. It'll take them nine minutes to figure out how to hook it up, one minute to get the game going, and they'll spend the entire day at school all excited and distracted. Keith looks at David with annoyance and confusion. "It's just a PlayStation," David says. "All kids have them." You know what's the only thing worse than no commercials? Commercials I have to recap because they're part of the show. Keith objects to the implied message that the kids deserve a prize, "when clearly they don't." David says it's just something fun. "Yeah, good times," says Keith. "That's your answer to everything, Miss Pollyanna." David says he's just trying to make everyone happy. Keith says maybe David should stop trying to make everyone happy and start-- "Oh, shut the fuck up," David snaps. Well, that's a beginning.









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