(Martha)
I had just gotten home from dinner with Dr. McKnight, the psychiatrist I've been saying for my low self-esteem for the last four years, and I walked into the kitchen to see my husband sitting in the darkness with an entire tub of ice cream in front of him
"You gonna eat that by yourself?" I asked sitting beside him
"Where were you?" He asked
"I told you I was going to dinner with Dr. McKnight to thank him for the help"
"Well, while you were out with Mister Perfect our son is probably driving himself insane"
"What? Did something happen?"
"I went to meet one of Dick's proteges"
"Oh no, did you tell him what you were doing?"
"I tried, but I messed up"
"You should have just told him straight forward"
"How exactly was I supposed to tell our son that his girlfriend was doing drugs," he asked before I sighed unable to think of a good answer
(Sophie)
Carl and Brittney had just left, leaving Nick and me standing there staring at each other
