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She said “tie.” We used to be good at knots. Camping. Rope. Us. What happened, Bruce?

His phone buzzes. The caller ID: .

(quietly) I’m sorry about the pillow. The peeing.

She leaves. Arlo closes the door. He and Cordelia stare at each other. my-wife-knot-my-dog

(quietly) I don’t want a divorce. I want a different knot.

JUNE (40s, tired but beautiful, wearing scrubs) stands there holding a pink dog carrier that is with low growls.

We’re not talking about the dog anymore, are we? She said “tie

Deal.

I know.

(to Cordelia) That was billable.

(low, urgent) Arlo. Don’t be cute. I need a favor. A real one.

Cordelia is in Arlo’s arms. Bruce sits at his feet.

She’s emotionally manipulating the cat! The caller ID:

You miss the way she knots your tie before court.

June’s face softens.