Genes and environment. Do you want to learn about history? Andrea considers her options; for a moment, she masquerades as God. Different crack, same bathtub. She thinks it's about adultery, she has no way of knowing the truth. Andrea considers her advantage, and pressing it, but she steps back from the chaos, for the same reason his mother always does: Because she cares for him.
"I don't know, dude. People are just fucked up."
Waking up, woozy. Not dead. Dr. Mauer smiles down at her, like an angel. She thanks him for coming; she admits to feeling silly.
"For going under the knife, when I didn't have to."
Now that nobody's hands are exploring those skirts anymore. Now that she traded Lenny in for Paul, and got her hands burnt. Now that her vanity has been punished once again.
Dr. Mauer was looking forward to meeting him, big fast Paul. But he couldn't find him in the waiting room. There was a hitch, Cathy groans, and sits up. Rugby Sluts and lies and little tiny stars, dancing before her eyes.
Marlene watches them dance, the fish she bought herself, because she thought she'd learn to love them. Marlene wanders her house, which has gone strange, like it's another house masquerading. Like it's been duplicated.
"Oh, Marlene, where are you? You were supposed to pick me up. Please just call me and tell me you haven't dropped dead yet."
Too close. Too ugly, even if Dr. Mauer would have laughed. Even if Marlene would have laughed, and she would have: Too easy. Too tempting, for God. Inauthentic and unkind. Marlene is family. It's the kind of joke she likes, but Cathy can't be the one to tell them anymore. She doesn't want to be that woman either.
"If you have dropped dead I'm gonna feel really bad, that was... That was a joke."
Marlene wanders the house, in the silence, looking for the phone. In the refrigerator, on the top shelf, between the milk and the Fresca, lies one pink slipper. Like a fairytale with an unhappy ending. Marlene has secrets too. And history. Genes, and environment.
"But just call me when you get this," she says, and realizes that's not really what she means. She can't say Marlene is family, because she'll pull out that shotgun. But she can say what she's already said: "Just call me, anytime. Just call me."