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Hey, Gloria.

Some homecoming, huh?

Can't wait for Christmas.

How are you doing?

I'm good. How are you?

I'm sorry about Bradley.

Which part?

You trying to fuck me in my ass, or Mom jerking him off?

Think that really happened? I don't know.

It sounds like Bradley, but not like Mom.

I don't know. Mom and Dad haven't exactly been a long time.

Yeah, I know. And Mom, she needs to be laid more than all of us.

So, I don't know.

Oh, did you hear about Biddy and Ron?

Apparently they were naughty too last night. Yeah, Biddy told me.

Do you know how Ron is?

Mm-mm.

I have no idea.

How does one react when they find their other loved one with another woman?

I don't know. It's not like Biddy's a saint or anything. She's been trying to

bone me for years.

I hope I didn't make her jealous.

I hope you did.

No, but really, how are you doing?

Really humiliated.

Afraid of what Mom and Dad are going to say.

Why? What do you care? They hate Bradley. Look what Dad did to him. Damn

near scalped him.

That was pretty fucking awesome.

He's always an asshole to me. He's an asshole to everybody.

But I don't care about Bradley.

That's not what I'm worried about.

What are you worried about then? Mom and Dad knowing I'm a sick gay perv who

fucked her brother in drag.

Adopted brother.

And not for nothing.

Being gay and being a pervert are two separate things.

Maybe I'm just a pervert. I don't know.

I just know I'm not going to be a golden girl anymore.

Who doesn't you care about being a golden girl?

Come here.

Hey,

Mom. I'm going to go, but I'm going to talk to you before I do.

Let's talk.

About what, dear?

About what happened last night.

About what happened last night.

And... Bye.

Forget it. Bye.

Okie dokie.

That's it?

That's all I have to say after everything that happened?

Okie fucking tokie?

Profanity doesn't suit you, dear. It's not ladylike.

Is Bradley leaving too? Come on, Bradley's gone. Dad threw him out last

night for beating up Jim and for doing...

What he said he did to you.

He did to me?

What did he do?

Speaking with our daughter.

Apparently she's getting cold feet about the wedding.

She's not.

She's reaching out to you.

And I think you need to reach back.

She's right.

I ought to tell you guys.

I don't smoke.

Yes, you do.

You got it. There you go.

So, I know that you don't think I know you, but I do.

And I know that you think I'm boring, and that's why you cheat on me.

I'm sorry.

And I know that you're really not sorry.

But you know what? That's okay.

What do you mean?

Well, I like it that you cheat on me.

Are you serious?

Well, what does this tell you?

Maybe you're not as boring as I thought you were.

You know, maybe just...

Next time when you cheat on me, I can watch and you don't have to

tell the girl.

Well, Dr.

Ronald Cliff, I don't believe we've met.

Daddy, tell me I've been bad.

You have been bad.

Very, very bad.

She's lovely.

She has your eyes.

It was her birthday last week.

How old is she again?

Three.

Yeah.

We were so in love once.

Do you think we'll ever get it back?

He'll love you.

I think we just... We just lost the thread and... Somehow we need to find it

again, but... How?

I mean, the only thing keeping me here is denial.

Unless I pretend that everything is okay.

Unless I fake my way into thinking it is.

And I fold.

Like I'm not even here.

I'm in some fantasy of what my family should be.

It's like we're some actors in some poorly written play with a curtain I'm

afraid to close.

Then close it.

Close the curtain, end the play, and see us for who we really are.

Listen, Cora.

We're all fucked up. We're just as fucked up as anybody else.

When you love somebody, you don't love them for who you want them to be. You

love them for who they really are.

Cora, you're a great mom, but you get in your own way too many times.

So, the decision's yours. What do you want to do?

Can you help me?

Forgive me?

All these trophies that we forced our kids into winning.

You know, it makes me wonder if we ever let them have any real fun.

I think they had fun last night.

Everyone did except us.

You know, I'd like to smash those trophies.

Yeah.

You know what I'd like to smash?

Your pussy.

to the bedroom.

I just wanted to tease you.

Do you hear that? I think Mom and Dad are fucking.

I know.

It's about time.

Nice staying there, Ron.

Oh, thanks, Amy. Yeah.

Biddy kind of jerked me off.

Biddy. So, uh, you guys are good now?

Oh, yeah. We're all better.

You've come to an understanding.

I get to fuck all the hot lesbians I want while Ronald here jerks off.

We'll watch him inside the closet, of course.

Of course.

So the day Gloria comes out of the closet, you go into one?

Not so fast.

Still not sure if I'm actually gay or not.

I really just might be rebellious.

Against what?

Not me, I hope.

Honey, look, whatever you choose to be, whatever it is that you want to do, I'm

fine with it.

Really? Really. And the same goes for you, Biddy, and the same for you, Jim.

As much as a son as if you were my own, whatever you two want to do, I love you

both.

What about me?

As for you, Ronald, no more whipping that thing out in front of my face

anymore, okay? As much as I am a filthy whore, I'm still a lady.

Ron, I don't want you masturbating to my wife anymore.

Unless I can join in.

Honey!

What, did we all take mushrooms or something? What's going on?

Something beautiful, Jimmy.

Yeah. Yep.

Something glorious.

We are rewriting the play.

No more pretending to be what we aren't. From now on, no matter what, we are who

we are.