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I have seen a lot of things in life, but I did not know

it was physically possible for one man to miss that many shots.

It's called defensive pressure.

Against who-- the air?

No, by the laws of probability alone, at least

two of those shots should have accidentally bounced in.

Fine, I was off my game.

Hey, let's give Smitty a break. He did step in last minute.

And Andre bowed out, so we needed a fifth body.

Too bad Jacob couldn't get off or Izaiah.

Which means without Smitty we would have had to forfeit.

So we probably should have a little more gratitude.

Oh, I am grateful.

Grateful that the other white boy on the team

at least knew how to put the ball in the basket.

Larry Bird over here did not disappoint.

Well, I only took the shots the defense gave me.

As long as we make enough for those backpacks

and school supplies, I'm happy.

I mean, it isn't the scoreboard that matters.

(Nicole clears throat)

Ah.

I'm being rude again, aren't I?

You said it, not me.

If that deal in Bethesda hasn't closed yet, let it go.

You're starting to look like a day trader.

It's not a listing.

It's something more personal.

Joey?

He and I have been a little out of rhythm since...

his sister showed up.

Joey has a sister?

I can't imagine him sharing his toys, let alone DNA.

He cultivates a lone-wolf aura on purpose,

but Heather is very real and very charming.

Charm doesn't destabilize adult relationships.

What's the issue?

That's the question.

I like her. Dani met her and had the same reaction.

But Joey keeps warning me not to get too close,

and I can't for the life of me figure out why.

Tell me everything my sister's done in the last 24 hours.

Well, right now, she's getting her nails done.

Randy took over tailing her so that I could report back.

And he's parked outside the salon.

And before the manicure?

She went back to the hotel last night.

But I stayed in the lobby with a beer,

and I kept my eyes on the elevator until the bar closed.

She never came down.

Then I got there early this morning,

and that's when I saw her leave.

You were in the lobby?

Yes, sir.

And you call that good surveillance?

How do you expect to get any useful intel

if you don't even have eyes on Heather?

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You still spiraling about that scar?

Don't eye me like that. I'm concerned.

So running straight to dad and blabbing

about everything I told you in confidence

was supposed to show me how much you care?

You make it sound like I was gossiping.

Not true.

I looped in a doctor who actually

happens to love you more than life itself.

And as your father and a plastic surgeon,

I mean, he's in a unique position to help.

It's my body, Mama.

But you want to know who actually made me feel better?

Izaiah?

Yeah.

He's so supportive.

Told me that my scar doesn't change how he sees me,

how I don't look different to him.

Fine and kind. That man is a keeper.

For real.

I didn't even know it was even possible

for a man to have my back like that.

And that's what I want for you, too, Mama.

For you to have that same kind of love in your life.

Oh, baby, I am good.

Are you, though?

I mean, does Marcel even hold it down like that?

'Cause lately, he hasn't even been around.

I am losing my mind in here.

I can't take being cooped up like this much longer.

Whoa, whoa. Getting worked up isn't good for your heart.

Well, being back home will help me heal faster than being here,

letting those doctors poke me like a damn lab rat.

Babe... I need my bed,

my food and my wife.

Mm, it is awfully lonely in that big house without you.

Well, how about we make up for it right now?

Mm, mm.

It feels so good to have your arms around me again.

Mm. Maybe I'll move in.

-Oh, yeah? -(laughs)

Oh, the hell you will.

So now that I've officially completed

my one-game contract with the Fairmont Crest Ballers,

I believe I will collect my salary.

Wait, salary? So this is a paid gig?

Well, you get what you negotiate,

and for me, it was one week of dinner by Chef Martin.

Oh, so you mean a week of sandwiches?

Oh, hey, it's my schedule that keeps me out of the kitchen.

Otherwise I can burn with the best of them.

SMITTY: Facts. His pesto risotto

is almost as incredible as he is.

And, Carlton, if you learn how to behave,

maybe you'll get a plate, too.

-Kial. -Yeah?

Dad vouched for your jumper skills,

and he doesn't cosign lightly,

so you're officially on the roster

for any future charity games I might get dragged into.

Well, just let me know when you need me to lace up.

I'm happy to help.

-Ready? -Yeah.

See you.

You, uh, going to work from here?

Uh, maybe later. You?

I'm headed to Orphey Gene's to see Shanice.

I'm meeting up with Nicole.

Thought I'd freshen up first.

That doesn't bother you?

What?

Well, him bragging about seeing Nicole

right in front of your face?

Tell me about this Heather.

She's hip, polished, lives in London now.

She's into beauty, fashion, all that,

and she has this energy

like she could walk into a room

in Milan or Miami and belong in both.

Well, that sounds like the complete opposite of Joey.

She's definitely more extroverted,

which might explain the distance between them.

Being oil and water as siblings isn't enough of a reason

for there to be a major rift between them.

Dani and I have our disagreements,

but we don't avoid each other.

Well, maybe their differences got bigger over time.

And maybe if Joey is drawing a boundary between you and her,

you should trust him and know that there's a reason.

They don't know each other anymore, Nicole.

Heather has been gone a long time.

They don't know these versions of each other now.

I mean, from what I've seen, Heather wants to fix that

and she does not come off to me as-as fake.

You've known her for five minutes.

Joey's known her a lifetime.

And sometimes a lifetime is the exact reason

why people see the worst in each other.

I mean, think about how tense things were with Deanna.

For a while, I thought I lost her

and if I had given up I would regret it every day.

That is very different.

Deanna is young and grieving her father

and you're her mother.

Well, Heather is Joey's only immediate family member

that he has left, and that is worth fighting for, too.

Well, then why don't you stop dancing around it

and just ask him?

I did.

And?

I could tell he wasn't giving me the full story.

Well, in my professional experience,

that usually means that whatever happened between them

must have really cut deep.

While you were downstairs nursing a draft,

she could have been putting a plan into motion.

I need to know the reason Heather's come back.

It isn't sibling bonding. It isn't nostalgia.

She's meeting someone,

and if you and Randy can't figure out who it is

-by circling-- -We're on it, boss.

We're on it.

You better be.

Absolutely not. Out of that bed now.

Okay, relax, Shanice.

She was only kidding about moving in.

Oh, that's not what my eyes are seeing.

Hospital beds are for patients only.

When you come to visit, I need both of those feet

on the floor at all times.

You hear me?

You are not the boss of me.

Oh, inside the walls of Garland. I most certainly am.

And you've spent enough time in this hospital,

you would think that you know the rules by now.

Okay, it's not that serious.

Yeah, and that rule shouldn't apply to spouses.

I'm not some random visitor.

Well, unless you want to fast track yourself to widowhood,

I suggest you keep your hands off of him.

Okay.

Are you actually suggesting

that hugging my husband is dangerous?

Now, you and I both know

you were not gonna stop at a hug.

Look, I am not trying to speak for your doctors,

but it is usually advised that cardiac patients

avoid activity that elevate their heart rate, sex included.

Blood pressure's decent, heart rate is steady.

Let's keep it that way.

Listen, I am not about to be celibate

just because my heart glitched a few days ago.

I keep telling you, I feel fine.

The doctors still don't know what caused it, baby.

We should probably err on the side of caution.

Thank you for being the adult in the room.

BILL: See that?

You see?

Once again, Shanice is doing too much.

Listen, my cardiologist didn't say anything

about not having sex, so...

I couldn't live with myself if I pushed you too far.

Baby, the whole point of a pacemaker

is to regulate my heart, right?

So we don't have to worry about that part.

And, you know, I'm just thinking it would be

a little negligent if we didn't put it through a stress test.

So, come on.

(sighs)

Maybe... you have a point there.

Okay, getting back to Marcel.

-What about him? -What is he to you?

Oh, baby, he...

he makes me feel good.

Mm.

He's my little boy toy.

Okay, TMI. That is not what I meant.

Well, you asked a grown-woman question.

Okay, does he show up?

Does he treat you well?

All right.

What is with all the interrogation

all of a sudden, ma'am?

Because I'm your daughter and even I

don't even know him like that.

It's not like you ever invited me to join you two for dinner.

Marcel and I have a unique relationship.

When we're together, it's just us.

And we do not drag friends and family into everything.

All right? And we don't need other people's validation

for what we've got.

Or maybe you just don't want any witnesses.

When I'm with Marcel, I feel great.

He gets my jokes, he keeps up,

and if I happen to get a speeding ticket,

I am sure that he will make it-- poof-- disappear.

Okay, that is not the flex you think it is, Mama.

Are you really invested in Marcel?

Or are you just passing time

while you cling on to the delusional hope

that you still have a shot with Dad?

So, you and Nicole are just friends?

With a capital F. Yeah.

It's over. No more triangle.

No more "Will they, won't they?"

I walked myself directly into the friend zone,

locked the door behind me.

I'm sorry to hear that, man.

Oh, don't be. It was my call.

I love competing on the court,

but in real life, that just...

It feels messy.

Yeah, not to mention I'm too old

to be playing those kind of games.

Well, you took a long time to shoot your shot with her.

Maybe that was the problem.

It took so long that I turned it into a fairy tale in my head.

If Nicole and I were meant to be,

she wouldn't have ended up with you in the first place.

Yeah, for what it's worth,

I was never really cool with you...

seeing my ex.

There were many days I wanted to deck you

on sight.

Well, if you still want to work that out,

I'm sitting right here.

Huh.

Nah, I'm a lover, not a fighter.

But next time...

I'm still stuck on you telling me to accept

a man keeping secrets.

You, the queen of full disclosure?

Oh, I didn't say "accept it,"

but you should understand what you signed up for.

Explain.

Joey lives on the edge, the edge casts shadows.

You want the thrill, the mystique, the power--

there's a cost.

You wouldn't tolerate it.

Oh, there's a lot about Joey

that I personally wouldn't find acceptable,

but you are not me.

Mom. Vanessa.

You are looking at 40%

of a championship charity basketball team.

And which percentage did you contribute to?

Um, moral support.

Martin, Ted, Kial and Carlton did the heavy lifting.

Congratulations, gentlemen.

Thanks. We're gonna grab some water and roll out.

-NICOLE: All right, baby. -Bye.

That's quite a group.

Your son, son-in-law

and the current and former men in your life.

And they are all adults.

And you've got them trained.

In what sense?

There is only one way all that testosterone

can fit on a court and not come to blows.

They're keeping their eye on the prize.

Yeah, I told myself I was good with Nicole moving on.

I said it enough times I almost believed it.

Well, you built a whole life with her.

You don't just shrug that off like a bad quarter.

Yeah. It took me catching feelings for somebody else

to finally let go.

And I took comfort knowing she was with someone

who'd treat her right.

-As will Kial. -Yeah.

Hey, don't stress. He's a good guy.

I appreciate the vote of confidence, fellas.

Hey, speaking it into existence.

And I'm serious about remaining friends with Nicole,

-so if you hurt her... -KIAL: I got the warning.

And the fact that you always have her back

says a lot about Nicole.

Also says a lot about you two.

Consider my jersey...

...officially retired.

You had one game.

One game too many.

Do you hear that?

What?

I don't hear anything.

Exactly.

We have the whole place to ourselves.

No Samantha raiding the fridge,

no Tyrell blasting his music.

It's a little too quiet, if you ask me.

Why don't we change that.

If it isn't the club's newest sports legend.

I hear congratulations are in order.

Legend? Eh, overstatement.

But I'll take "he didn't embarrass himself."

-Oh, and he's humble, too. -Hmm.

From what I hear, you deserve a congratulations yourself.

Sounds like you made a major roster move.

Word must get around in a locker room.

Mm, Carlton may have casually mentioned he ended things.

It was mutual.

Honestly, I was just relieved

that we were both on the same page.

Ah.

Well, I hope you and Kial are happy together.

Thank you, Ted.

I always figured you'd get serious with someone eventually.

You know, playing the field-- fun for a season,

but no one can win a championship like that.

Does that mean that things are still going well

with you and Shanice?

Yeah, they're good.

Then we can be happy for each other.

Mm-hmm.

Peace looks good on you, Nicole.

Take care of yourself.

Back at you, champ.

Yeah.

Got any land mines to fill me in on today

before I get started?

Let's see.

Oh, Room 12's post-op dressing

-needs to be changed. -Okay.

Mr. Delaney in six keeps "forgetting"

he's on a no-pork diet.

Oh, and you missed Code PDA in Bill Hamilton's room.

-What? -Mm-hmm.

You walked in on Bill and Hayley hooking up?

Not quite, but if I would have gave it five more minutes,

I would have needed a screwdriver

to gouge my eyes out and some holy water.

Oh, thanks a lot, Shanice.

You know, I've been having a pretty good day.

Now I can't unhear that.

Oh, just keeping you abreast of what's...

Stop. That is my best friend's dad.

Could you have waited until at least

halfway through my shift to traumatize me?

Hey, just thank the schedule gods it wasn't you.

I was in there breaking it up

like I was chaperoning horny teenagers at a high school prom.

Well, you are pretty scary when you get angry.

I wouldn't be surprised if they're on

two opposite sides of the room right now.

I don't know. But I would keep an eye on it.

But what I do know is

I plan to get significantly closer

to Dr. Ted Richardson on my lunch break.

Have fun.

(alarm chiming)

Bill's room?

All right, Mr. Hamilton, I can get scary, too.

Seems you and Ted were having a pretty involved conversation.

We covered some sticky ground, but in a good way.

Oh, and the good just keeps on coming.

Hello, my lady.

I heard you were tearing it up on the court.

I have just enough to have something

to brag about to my girlfriend.

Uh, uh...

Okay, now you're gonna have to join us. Girlfriend?

That's what we're calling each other now?

Yes.

We have decided to become exclusive.

Oh, I had a feeling Kial would win out and I approve.

Lucky me.

And it is not just because Nicole and I

are a package deal.

Seems that my daughter and your son

are building their own little situationship.

I heard something about that. Have you met Noah yet?

Yesterday.

And since Kial is too polite to ask, I will.

What did you think?

You raised a very nice young man.

Thank you. That's a relief.

Noah was considerate and thoughtful.

And the best part--

Deanna's had a rough go of it lately, and

seeing your son make her smile again is everything.

Well, anything that helps Noah stay anchored to the DMV longer

I am not mad at it.

Okay, I can take a hint.

I will let my newly monogamous bestie

enjoy some time alone with her man.

Thanks, Vanessa.

I ran into Ted.

And?

It was civil.

Guess your locker room chatter made us publicly official.

Mm. The word is out.

You're stuck with me.

I can think of worse fates.

And I can think of what we should do next.

I take offense to you calling me delusional.

That's what you're stuck on,

that I don't believe you and Dad will ever get back together?

Instead of, I don't know,

the dozens of times this man has curved you?

What about the dozens of times he didn't?

Chemistry like I had with your father

doesn't just evaporate, baby.

Besides, if he wasn't attracted to me,

then you wouldn't exist.

Speak of the handsome devil himself.

Ted. Hey, why don't you come over a sec?

Hey.

Ooh, your ears must be burning,

because Eva and I were just...

I was telling Mama about the talk

you and I had the other day.

Ah, right. That talk.

How are you doing?

Oh, we are wonderful, aren't we, baby?

I was talking to my daughter.

Have you given any thought about seeing a therapist?

I'm gonna hold off for now.

As I was telling Mama, that I'm not spiraling

or in my head anymore.

All right, but if you start slipping even a little,

you come to me.

Okay.

Does that invitation extend to moi as well?

Is your name Eva?

I'm meeting Shanice for lunch.

I'm gonna grab us a table. Okay?

-Okay. -All right.

Okay, Mama, I am not trying to be mean about this,

but did you just see how Dad was with you just now?

How he couldn't wait to get away from you?

I hope that message came through loud and clear.

How was brunch with Nicole?

Surprisingly informative.

Well, information's my favorite currency.

Especially when it walks in wearing that perfume.

The good news?

There's zero percent we will ever end up

on another double date with Nicole and Carlton.

There never was a chance-- I'd refuse.

Fine.

What about with Nicole's new exclusive boyfriend Kial?

Only if the alternative is with my sister.

Or death.

You keep saying things like that.

If you're gonna keep trashing your sister,

you need to share more.

Why is she so awful?

-Vanessa... -Don't.

I have been nothing but transparent with you.

Partners are supposed to share everything with each other.

Well, as your partner, I'm going to ask you

to stop questioning me about Heather.

Mm, that's not an explanation.

Well, it's the only one you're getting.

You trust me with your body. Trust me on this.

This is just one of those things you're better off not knowing.

-(alarm chiming) -BILL: Hey, hey, maybe we should pump the brakes.

HAYLEY: No, I'm too turned on. I can't stop.

BILL: Mm, baby.

Uh, Mr. Hamilton, your alarm.

What...

What is with you all barging in on me like that?

Uh, sir, your heart monitor is going haywire.

Surely you hear it going off.

A woman should know what it's like

to be so caught up in the throes of passion

that you lose your hearing.

Okay, look, Shanice already warned you,

so I'm going to reiterate that we are in a hospital.

That means we're gonna keep things G-rated.

I am sick and tired of you pearl-clutching nurses

trying to monitor me like I'm on parole

or some reckless teenager.

You're worse.

You're a cardiac patient.

No, what the hell I am is a grown-ass man.

You know what? Screw this. I'm going home.

You are not leaving this hospital. You're not cleared.

Then clear me.

You know that's not how this works.

You need to be discharged by a doctor.

Ashley, are you familiar with patient autonomy? Hmm?

See, I'm a lawyer-- a damn good one-- and I know my rights.

You cannot keep me here against my will.

Look, you are emotional, you're agitated.

You're not thinking clearly. So, no,

I'm not bringing you your discharge papers.

-Okay, now you're overstepping. -I'm sorry, did you

want to give me the parameters of my job?

Because last I checked, you barely had one.

Oh, no.

You do not get to talk to me like that.

You think being Naomi's mousy sidekick gives you leverage?

It doesn't.

I have no issue putting you in your place.

Meaning reporting you to your supervisor.

I have a better idea.

Yeah, can you come in here, please?

Thanks.

-Hi. -Hi.

Ooh, today I am going to need

a big ol' slice of that peach cobbler.

Why is that? Something tragic happened at work?

You can say that.

-I walked in on Bill and Hayley spooning, -Oh.

and judging by the sound of that heart monitor

and the way it was screaming, a whole lot

was about to go down in there.

That's it?

What? They're two consenting adults.

The man is laid up in the hospital.

You act like you and I

didn't blur a boundary or two in my office.

Yeah, but we weren't recovering from a near-death experience.

A fair point. Still, if I had a near-death experience,

I'd be trying to make the most of every minute

I could with my loved ones.

Heck, I don't even need an excuse.

Oh. What's that supposed to mean?

Well, now that things have

finally gotten serious between us,

I'm ready to put my money where my mouth is.

I want to meet your brothers.

EVA: They look happy.

Puh-lease.

The nurse is as dry as a piece of burnt wheat bread.

He'll get over it.

Like he did with you?

What has gotten into you?

Mama, I'm looking out for you by being honest.

I think Dad has finally found his person, just like I did.

And you could, too, if you stop wasting your energy

on unavailable men who bring you nothing but pain.

I understand there are parts of your business

you can't share with me. I'm not naive.

But your family is different.

Whatever is going on with Heather, I won't judge you.

There's nothing about your sister

that you can't share with me.

Except this.

Are-are you saying there's something about her

that's dangerous? Illegal?

Stop speculating, Vanessa.

If you would just tell me, I wouldn't have to.

I've explained as much as I can.

Now, you're-you're just going to have to accept

that there are some things that have to be kept private.

If this is a deal-breaker for you, let me know now.

We need more of this.

Uninterrupted private time?

God, yes.

No college forms.

No "Pop, where's my charger?"

Just me and my man.

One of our kids is moving out soon.

That is 50% more privacy right there.

On Valentine's Day, I'd promised you

a week at a romantic resort in the rainforest

and you said you would be free

after you had wrapped your Red Market stories.

Then I dropped the ball.

You made up for it with the Bahamas trip.

Yes, but that was a family getaway.

And I love our kids, but we couldn't exactly get loose.

You remember when we were contemplating Costa Rica?

-The unofficial clothing-optional beaches? -Yeah.

That sounds like fun, but...

a Dupree-slash-congressman cannot exactly

get caught doing the unofficial.

What about if we bought out the beach?

Costa Rica beaches and rainforests

will always be there.

Still, there's no time like the present.

I could have Shonda clear my schedule for a week.

Well, we have to be here for Tyrell's dorm move-in.

And then a few days after, just to be safe.

Right. And then we have Granddad's tailgate party.

But right after, it would work.

Oh.

I can get our travel agent on it.

Babe.

What's the rush?

And this close to the election?

Do you want to go to paradise with me or not?

You are my paradise.

-Smitty... -Look, Martin.

I can't exactly leave town right now.

Not until I deal with some unfinished business.

I'm not sure you're ready to meet my brothers.

Why? I got a great smile.

I'm gainfully employed.

Don't I clean up nice?

See, every man I brought home had that same attitude.

Hmm, well, none of those men were me.

-Now, see, it's that right there. -Mm.

If you walk into the house with that cockiness,

they will eat you alive.

Mm. I don't scare easily.

Plus, you're worth a little bit of smoke.

Bring it on.

I'll win them over.

Famous last words.

I am not chasing unavailable men.

Ted does not have a ring on his finger.

And in case you forgot, Marcel is divorced.

But is he acting divorced?

Has he been more attentive?

Does he ever talk about a future with you?

Look, Mama, I'm not trying to make you mad.

I'm just asking because I care and I want you to be happy.

A daughter should not be giving her mother

relationship advice.

Maybe not, but someone should.

You deserve better, Mama.

Marcel. Hi.

If you are still interested in me,

then I need you to prove it.

Take me out-- dancing, dinner.

I don't care.

Just put forth some effort.

Now that we are officially exclusive,

what exactly do you have planned for us?

Well, I think this is a milestone worth...

...remembering.

So I would like us to both be able to look back

and remember it.

Like sitting on a beach somewhere one day, reminiscing

-about the good old times? -No, no, no.

I'm not making any predictions about our future.

I know that you would not want that.

So you are being pragmatic, not romantic.

Who says I can't be both?

All right then, Mr. Multitasker,

what momentous event do you have planned for us?

A night on the town, fireworks over the Potomac?

The secret to our relationship has been to keep it casual.

My son-- he's playing an open mic night tonight,

so I was hoping that you and I

could both sit in the audience

and embarrass my son long enough

that he would have something to say about it.

Heckling your son.

That is our beginning to remember?

My son has a couple of love songs in his set,

so there could be some dancing.

And maybe a lot of me gazing into your eyes.

Sounds like the perfect first date to me.

What unfinished business?

When the true crime podcast invited me

to talk about the ring, even though I said no...

...it got in my head.

You did great reporting on that, Smitty.

And I agree with your editor-- you could win awards for it.

Awards don't put people behind bars.

Whoever's in charge of this ring

is just sitting, having dinner like all is right in the world

when his operation is hurting people,

just in different cities.

You exposed their work.

Only a layer of it.

Hey, I thought you were satisfied

with how this wrapped up.

Maybe that was just the exhaustion talking.

But the entire point of investigative journalism

is to expose the whole truth.

I need to keep working on this.

I can't stop until the Impaler is unmasked.

This really hurts.

I know.

You insist on putting up a wall

when it comes to you and your sister.

Like... like there is this whole section of your life

I'm not allowed access to.

I never want to hurt you, Vanessa,

but I can't bend on this.

Mm, well, you've never been big on compromise.

You don't fold.

Don't sway with the wind.

It is one of the things I love about you the most.

Okay, so what does that mean?

This isn't worth ending what we have.

Good.

Because I'd be miserable without you.

Feeling's mutual.

I know I'm not easy.

An understatement.

But you accept me, flaws and all, and...

...you deserve the same from me,

so, against my better judgement...

...no more questions about Heather.

Excellent.

Besides, there's far better things that we could be doing.

Hmm?

Like what?

Mm. Well, finally.

You have discharge forms for me to sign?

He is not a doctor. He's with security.

Mrs. Hamilton repeatedly violated hospital policy,

so he's here to escort her off the premises.

Oh, you petty...

You really called security on me?

Ashley, this is unnecessary.

As unnecessary as elevating a patient's heart rate

after a cardiac arrest?

And if you fight me on this, Hayley,

I will get you permanently banned.

-You're just gonna let her do this? -GUARD: Let's go, ma'am.

It'll be all right, honey.

I'll be right behind you.

Now... I am gonna send for a doctor

to see if it is safe for you to leave.

Well, I already know my answer.

Do you?

Because as scary as your wrath may be,

Naomi is gonna tear this place apart

if she finds out that you are risking your life

to prove a point.

I can do it.

I'm sorry to embarrass you, Hayley,

but you were causing a disturbance.

By hugging my husband?

You know, you, Naomi and everyone else

who tries to drive a wedge between me and my husband

only succeed in making us stronger.

You all just need to accept the truth

that I'm going to be with Bill.

Until his last breath.

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