She gets home early Monday morning. She enters the house, with her suitcase, quietly in an effort not to wake anyone. As she closes the door behind her, she realizes that the kitchen light is on. She makes her way into the kitchen. She finds Daphne sitting on a stool, in front of the island. She wears her pajamas. Her elbows rest on the countertop of the island. Her chin rests on her fist.

"What are you doing up so early?"

"I wanted to be up, when you got in."

"You didn't have to get up this early."

"Yes I did."

"Why?"

"Sit down," Daphne begs.

Kathryn folds her arms across her chest, "Daphne can't it wait? I really want to go back to bed."

"No. I need to talk to you."

"About what?"

Daphne holds out the crumpled piece of paper. "This."

Kathryn steps forward. She takes the piece of paper from her. She looks at it, and shakes her head.

"What about it?"

"What do the numbers mean?"

"It doesn't mean anything. They were just notes I was taking."

"On what?"

"Page numbers of a bill I was reading."

"Really?" Daphne cocks an eyebrow.

"Where did you find this, anyway?"

"It doesn't matter."

"We can talk about this later," Kathryn insists.

"Are you sure that it isn't a date, and time?"

"I am certain."

"And the last four digits a room number."

"What are you trying to get at?"

"What does it mean? I just want you to tell me the truth."

"It was for a speaking engagement. The room number was a classroom."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is. Please just drop it."

"I know that you're lying. You didn't have a speaking engagement on that date and time. Did you?"

"I just told you that I did."

"That is interesting, because that room number was booked on that date and time."

Kathryn furrows her brow, "So? I imagine that hotels try to keep their rooms booked all of the time."

"I was able to find out who booked that room."

"What?"

"Is there anything that you want to tell me?"

Kathryn shakes her head, "No. There is nothing to tell." She grabs her bags, and leaves the room. Later that day Kathryn carries a pile of clothes through the house. Daphne is eating breakfast as Kathryn makes her way to her car.

"Where are you going with all those clothes?" Daphne wonders.

"I am donating them. I just need to make some room."

"Oh."


Bay closes the door. She looks at Daphne, shaking her head, in disbelief, once again.

"Why did you want me to meet you here?"

"I wanted to talk in private."

"In my art studio?"

"No one is going to come in here," Daphne points out, "but you."

"What's going on?"

"I asked Kathryn about the note."

"And?"

"I may have stretched the truth about what I knew, a little bit."

"She called you on it?"

"She lied and told me it was a speaking engagement, and that the last four numbers were for a classroom."

"What did you say to that?"

"I told her I knew that it was for a hotel room, and I knew who booked it."

"Do you know that?"

"I don't know, but I definitely have my suspicions."

"So what did she say?"

"She reacted badly."

"How badly?"

"She wouldn't even answer me. She walked out of the room."

"She was probably just tired. You ambushed her after a red eye flight."

"This morning she cleaned out her closet. She had a pile of clothes that she was taking to donate."

"So?"

"The dress was on the top of the pile."

"Daphne you are making too much out of all of this. The dress was probably on the pile because the zipper is broken."

"Bay I am telling you there is something going on with you."

"You really think that she would have an affair?"

Daphne shrugs, "She is guilty of something."

"With such a sleaze ball?"

"He is charismatic."

"He is full of shit. She wouldn't fall into his trap."

"What if she did?"

"I refuse to believe that my mother is capable of that."

"She is a human being."

"She is a member of the PTA, the country club, and home owner's association. She heads up church functions, and fundraisers. She is not the kind of person who would cheat on my dad."

"You just described half of the women on Desperate Housewives."

"Is that show even on anymore?"

"Bay that isn't the point. People are capable of things we don't want to consider."

"Ok. So if you're right, what do you plan on doing about it? Do you want her to confess? I mean what is that really going to accomplish? If dad found out their marriage would be over. That is not something he would ever forgive her for. Do you really want to be the one responsible for ruining their marriage?"

"I didn't ruin anything. I haven't done anything. If she did do something she needs to own up to it."

"And risk twenty plus years of marriage? You want her to risk everything, just so you can know?"