Back at Lucy's house, Livvie continued to pester Alison about the details of her recent "illness." Alison explained over and over again that it was NOT an option. There's no way she could be pregnant. She remembers Rafe's words exactly, "It's not in the cards for us." But as Livvie went on and on about it, her words started to fade into the background, and Alison began thinking to herself, "What if it's true? Could I be pregnant with Rafe's baby??"
"No, I can't be," Alison whispered.
"What?" Livvie questioned as she looked as Alison's perplexed face.
"Oh I was just talking to myself. Listen, Livvie, I appreciate the concern, ok? I really do. But I'm not pregnant, ok? So don't worry about it. Listen, I really gotta go run an errand right now. I'm fine. Really. So I'll see you later?"
"Are you sure you're ok? I mean, maybe I should go with you."
"No, no. Really, I'm fine. I'll call you later tonight."
"Alright, I gotta go meet Jack anyway. Call me."
They hugged and said their goodbyes. After Livvie left, Alison grabbed her coat and keys and ran out the door.
At the pharmacy, Alison wandered around putting everything she DIDN'T need in her basket- shampoo, toothpaste, dental floss. Finally she entered the aisle with the pregnancy tests. A woman was also in that aisle browsing. Alison nervously turned and lingered in front of the shelves as she waited for the woman to move and leave the aisle. She picked up a box and pretended to be looking at it. The woman glanced at her, and then moved on with her basket out of the aisle. After the woman left, Alison breathed a sigh of relief and finally took notice of the box she had picked up to "inspect."
"Oh my God! I'm standing here looking at yeast infection treatments!"
Alison moved on to the pregnancy tests, as she looked around and made sure no one saw her. She slipped one into her basket and began to move away.
"Wait a minute," she thought to herself, "I've heard about those false positives and negatives. Maybe I should get more than one."
So Alison got three, all different brands. She didn't want to be wrong, after all. She made her way to the cashier, and nervously unloaded her items. The cashier glanced up at her as she rang up the three different pregnancy tests.
"For a friend," Alison said nervously. "Um, three friends."
She stuffed the items quickly into her bag, paid the cashier, and hurried out of the store as fast as she could, not looking where she was going. As Alison ran out of the doors, not paying attention, she ran into something and her bags went flying. Stunned by the sudden impact, she looked up to see just what, or who, she ran into.
"I'm so sor-....Jamal?"
"Hey Ali. Doing some shopping? Sorry, didn't mean to run into you. You're in a rush, huh?"
"Um, yeah," Alison said as she bent down to pick up her bags and the items that had fallen to the ground.
"Oh, here lemme help you."
"No, Jamal, I got it. Really it's ok. You don't have to...."
Jamal stopped suddenly and Alison realized what he had just picked up.
"Am I supposed to know what that means, Ed? And what the hell does Larry and his habit of letting 65 year olds have babies have to do with Alison?"
"You're not getting it are ya, sonny boy. And here I always had you pegged for being quick."
"Ed, would ya STOP with the riddles and tell me WHAT IS GOING ON?! If something's wrong with Alison I want to know!"
"Calm down, kid. Nothing's wrong with your girlfriend. She's perfectly fine. But Larry obviously had a soft spot for you and her, too."
"What are you trying to tell me?"
"Remind me never to put you on a case where you might have to use some detective skills, cause you might have a knack for building sandcastles, but a knack for putting two and two together you don't got."
"Ed!" Rafe said with frustration and impatience.
"Ok, ya wanna know what's going on?! Here it is! Flat out..."