“Roxy, what the hell is going on? My boss is going to kill me – ”
Heavy sobs. “Dirk,” slurred, terror-sharp, “Dirk, I’m late, ok?”
Empty silence. “You’re... Fuck.”
TT: Anyway, your grandma managed to run away when she was quite young. Maybe it was a traumatic event like dog murder that prompted her to flee, who knows.
TT: Whatever the case, her bro stayed behind.
A final sunset on the Sassacre-Crocker family lot.
When she wakes up in the morning there is a deep purple bruise on the joint of her jaw and dirt between her sheets.
It's time for another Very Special Dinnertime at the Hale house.
(or, How Derek Gave Everyone the Sex Talk No One Wanted to Hear.)