It's been a crazy week in Santa Royale, California, and when it was all said and done, I only had one thought: "I miss Ted."
The week began with the startling revelation that Mary is actually a walking, talking Winkie Doll. Just pull her pearl necklace and she snoops.
A lot of readers speculated this week about the one-story Man Cabin's mysterious upstairs floor. Believe me, you don't want to know what goes on up there. But remember, Adrian is a doctor of sorts. The important thing is that Adrian has been so traumatized by Ted that she cannot speak, thus desperately trying to claim the privilege of opening the door by thinking as loudly as she can.
I must first credit dear reader pandagrandma with the wonderfully poignant comment: "I used to have a printer named Hewlett. I wonder if you're related..." We've all been eagerly awaiting this guy's pedigree. Thank you Karen Moy for making sure we understood that he was not some trust fund descendant of Bill Hewlett.
Upon learning of the death of Scott Hewlett's dad, Jeff can only utter one thing. I mean, it is the only thing anyone could say when learning of the death of someone's parent:
Jeff is doing a much better interrogation of Scott than he did of Ted. Or is he? Scott's con makes Ted look like a complete sucker. "Scott, I knew a wonderful man named Sam." "That was my dad's name!" "Did he go to Brockdale in 62?" "Of course!" "Gosh, he was great!" "Yes, salt of the earth." "I only want my daughter to date men who like pizza." "I love pizza!" Not really much different then "Would you make a pledge to Peace Village?" "What a coincidence: I already have!"
Well, if you say you're Sam Hewlett's son, you must be a great guy! No need for me to do a background check on you!
Wait a minute... I don't think Sam looks like Scott at all!
What I'm hoping is that after Adrian drives off with Scott, Jeff runs to the store for a can of Sanka and bumps into Sam Hewlett. Now that would make some mighty fine story telling.