"Angelica ran away from home?" asked Didi as Drew sat down at his brother's table for coffee. "Have you consulted Lipschitz on this matter?"
"Charlotte and I have our own parenting methods, thank you very much. Look, I understand that this Werner Lipschitz is a German Jew, a Holocaust survivor much like both of your parents, Didi, but for God's sake—forgive me, Lord—that doesn't make him, um, omniscient!"
"Drew, Charlotte is no longer with us. Lipschitz occasionally sees adult patients, and I'd be more than willing to recommend him. It just seems that you've been in a state of denial about the tragic events regarding Charlotte, and as a parent, I just can't entertain the notion that this behavior could be healthy."
"You stay out of this, okay?!" barked Drew. "All I wanted was to ask you and Stu if I could live here for a few months while I try to start a career all over again, but no! Leave it to Didi to demonstrate her trademark inability to approach a situation without consulting that Teutonic twerp, Werner Lipschitz!" Drew spilled his coffee in Didi's face and slammed the door in it as he stomped outside.
"And people said I lost control of my life," muttered Stu Pickles as he approached Didi wearing only his underwear.
"Stu, it makes me feel uncomfortable when you don't wear clothes around the kids," said Didi, holding up their perpetually infant son Dil as Tommy snickered in glee.
