251 Oh, George. This is just so much better than an orchid. 252 Hi. I'm Susan Mayer. 253 I saw you from across the street. I thought you might need a hand. 254 No thanks. 255 I-I'm sorry for what happened. 256 It must be really hard, not knowing who did it or why. 257 You must feel helpless. 258 A bit. 259 I'm hoping her journals will provide some insight. 260 Journals. 261 Yes, Martha kept them for years. 262 Oh. 263 So she must have written a lot of things in them. 264 Every mundane detail of her life. 265 And everyone else's, for that matter. 266 The police want to see them, 267 but I'm stalling them till I have a chance to read through them first myself. 268 Wouldn't want any embarrassing family secrets getting out. 269 That's smart. That's -- that's good. 270 That's good to hear. 271 I am so screwed. 272 Mom, calm down. 273 Everything about the fire and the measuring cup is going to be in that journal. 274 Everyone is going to think I'm an arsonist. 275 It may not be as bad as it looks. 276 What, you think there's a chance Mrs. Huber didn't write about it in her journal? 277 Please. It's great dirt. I even put it in my journal. 278 You're going to have to get to Mrs. Britt and come clean, convince her it was an accident. 279 If she doesn't press charges, the police will probably just let it go. 280 Are you high? Edie hates me. 281 That's why you're going to grovel at her feet and beg forgiveness. 282 That's right. 283 You're going to have to suck up to Edie Britt. 284 Hey, Mike. 285 As you can probably see by now, I took back my money 286 and what little information you managed to dig up on your neighbors. 287 Your replacement's going to need it. 288 Pack up and move on with your life. Sorry for the mess. 289 We're here. 290 10 minutes early. Sign me up? 291 You just missed the rush. Sorry. 292 No, no. I-I planned ahead. 293 We're -- we're 10 minutes early. 294 Oh, my god. 295 What? 296 When you said you had a sick child, I had no idea. 297 How long has it been? 298 Uh, just kind of snuck up on us. 299 And he's so young, too. God, it just breaks my heart. 300 Oh. |