personally, haiti does nothing for me. when your father and i were there -- this was before you were born, i almost died from a piece of lettuce, and i wouldn't want anything to remind me of that trip.
because you're not sure?
hmm.
yes, i do.
it depends. it can be quite detrimental.
alright. confront him. you know where it will get you. your whole marriage will unravel, and you'll have nothing. all the things you take for granted -- month-long vacations in st. lucia -- they'll disappear. you'll be a divorced woman in her late 30s. lonely.
that's my job.
i don't monitor calls. it makes me feel like i'm hiding in my own home.
pick up the phone.
how long has it been?
have you ever seen his show? it's absolutely dreadful. i never miss it.
hmm. it's kismet, then.
a brief liaison with an old flame. the perfect way to deal with your anger.
it'll be good for your self-esteem.
"coffee. or something." he's flirting, admit it. coffee. or something.
you're wrong. i'm right, and i'm going. but take a tip from someone who's been there. opportunity is knocking, gwen. you have a chance to level the playing field.