Cathy can't say that she's coming to Andrea because she likes her, because of all the students she has taught Andrea has the lucky misfortunate of being the one she loves, this last summer in Minneapolis; that Andrea is family whether she likes it or not. Any or all of these, and she'd run away even faster. "Actually, I did hear something," Andrea says, and grinds her toe into the floor. "I heard it's none of your damn business." As if to prove Andrea's point, or at least underscore it, Lenny enters, smiling, and greets Andrea as she goes. Neither of them understand why she passes by him without a word.
Cathy smiles, and calls him bold. "Waltzing into my class in front of a student, with a brush in your hand." He laughs, they remember the Bahamas; Lenny spots the ecstasy on her desk. "I wouldn't take these all at once," he grins, "Unless you want to spend the rest of your life feeling like you're living in a bad Disney movie."
Cathy asks him what it does; she's already decided to take one. "How do you think I paint those murals?" he asks, and she chuckles. "It makes you feel euphoric, uninhibited. They take them at raves, and people dance all night. Makes you escape reality for a while." Cathy Jamison was always afraid of drugs. A little pot, cigarettes, but "the hard stuff," she says. "Too afraid I'd end up feeling like I was living in a bad Disney movie." She looks down at the bottle with a new eye.
Adam can't get his uncle's hair quite straight, hacking at it with the sewing scissors, and finally, frustrated, suggests it would be "sick" to shave the whole thing off. "And give up my just-been-fucked look? Just trim it and cut anything knotted or matted." Sean crosses his eyes as Cathy comes running in, shouting about Xanadu -- more music, less ecstasy, something fun, explaining disco -- but stops when she sees the hair all over the floor.
"Why does my kitchen floor look like it's going through puberty?" Sean, in the interest of getting his hair cut, has decided to teach Adam the perversion of money: They'll barter, a haircut in exchange for Sean's hemp choker. For the big night. There goes Xanadu, she thinks, and asks what kind of a party Adam's going to on a Monday, even in summer.