starla, dressed in her weekend finery, is looking in the mirror above her dresser, and putting on earrings.
grant sees starla sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to him, as she puts on her nylons. she doesn't know he's there.
grant keeps his back to her. starla takes in the room. photographs from their scrapbooks are all over the walls: photos from their wedding, and vacations, and family parties.
grant screeches angrily at starla. she quickly closes the drapes, not letting on she saw bill.
starla tries to change the subject by walking to a wall with the photos.
grant looks at starla with sad eyes, perhaps touched. starla smiles nervously, expectantly.
starla moves slowly in toward grant, as if to kiss him. grant looks, well, joyful.
the window shatters and the shot strikes grant. he screeches, swinging his tentacles aimlessly around the room in fury.
grant is struck in the head. he starts slithering out of the bedroom, feeling his way out.