Chez Cavenose. Peter comes "home" to see his wife. Yamilka (the fuck?) reveals that they're high school sweethearts. Peter tells her that he's fighting tomorrow. He seems nervous. He tells us his family is going to get to watching him fight. Still think it's a bad idea. Take the girl to Spongebob On Ice or something, not some ghetto boxing ring in Downtown-Adjacent to watch daddy get his nose caved in further. Peter tells Yamilka that he's going to sleep in the spare bedroom so he can get some sleep. Peter exhales; yeah, he's nervous. He lies down and Yamilka sits with him. "Oh God, here we go," she says. She's nervous. She tells us that being a boxer's wife is hard because they go through a lot and you have to support them and be strong. Yeah, woman! Go get him a sandwich. And stop trying to keep him from getting a good night's sleep the night before a fight with your womanly wiles. Wow, a boxing marriage really is like living in a Tennessee Williams one-act, but with less latent homosexuality. Or not. He says that he doesn't want to lose because he doesn't want her to have to "work no mo'." She says, "You won't," jinxing him with those two words. Yamilka goes to on reveal that Peter comes from a family of fighters. Weird, I come from a family of smokers. Boxing pays better, sure, but they don't get the Marlboro Miles. Yamilka says she talked to his father yesterday; he says his father wouldn't be sleeping tonight if he knew Peter was fighting tomorrow. She tells us that her husband is the best fighter here and then turns out the lights for him. He reads comic books under the covers with a flashlight all night.