"You can't honestly be pissed." Andy closes the door behind himself, following her into the house, "You can't think I agree with that guy or something. I don't, by the way. I don't agree with him. I think he seemed like an asshole and if he were to give me some of that 'brew', I'd probably throw it in his face."

Sharon turns quickly as she reaches the kitchen area, "You would throw the drink in his face." It wasn't a question. She heard him correctly, she just wanted him to humor her.

"Yeah, right in his face. I'd break their stupid television with their stupid game. I'd tell them that it isn't nice for them to disrespect you or any woman. I'd figure out why he was an asshole with his wife. I'd find out if they're all like that." He continues on, using his hand to speak a little, "I would-"

She can't help but smirk slightly, watching as he flails his words. Sharon brings her hand to her lip to stifle a chuckle, waiting for him to finish talking a few moments before speaking, "Are you finished?"

Andy stands straighter, placing his hands on his hips, "Yeah."

Sharon nods slowly, "Okay." She slowly rounds the kitchen island, "Are you hungry?"

He follows behind her, tilting his head slightly, in disbelief. The air grows quiet for a few moments before he mutters, "That's it?"

"There is leftover soup...or I could make you a sandwich, if you'd like." She folds her arms, "Not because a wife should, but because I'm going to make myself one and am in the giving sort of mood."

Andy sighs, "Sharon-"

"Neither?"

"I'm your husband here. I'll take care of you no matter what. Even if it's just your feelings that were hurt." He offers, "I'd do it anyway, even if I wasn't pretending to be married to you. You do not deserve to be disrespected. I know you don't want to talk about it, but...I'm just saying. Alright?"

Sharon reaches an arm out, gently touching his shoulder. "I know."

Rusty wretches over the porcelain toilet in the single bathroom, shivers wracking his body between lurches. His face rests against the cool seat. A tear escapes his eye as he attempts to catch his breath.

Sharon hears him after the second heave, rushing to the doorway. Not throwing on her usual robe, but caring only about her son. She kneels next to him, a rushing sort of motion. "Honey." Her face fills with worry as she reaches a hand out to stroke his sweat drenched hair. "It's okay."

"My guts hurt." He moans, knowing if he fully cries, it's just going to hurt even more.

"The flu is not a fun experience, sweetheart." She shakes her head.

"You can go back to sleep, this isn't fun." Rusty meets her eyes, "I know you have to work." He grimaces.

"I'm not leaving your side, no matter what." Sharon answers quietly.

The older woman motions toward the lemon tree growing within the confines of her fenced in backyard, "The lemonade is made straight from the fruit of that tree. Meyer lemons. They're sweeter, less tart. Nearly have an orange quality about them."

"Fascinating, Margo." Sharon offers her a smile before taking a sip of her lemonade, "This is delicious."

"Thank you. My own recipe." Margo motions for the woman to sit in upon the cushion of the living room sofa, "How are you all making out here?"

"Pretty well, actually." The younger of the two nods, "May I ask you something, woman to woman?" When the elder one nods, she continues, "I had the pleasure of meeting one of our neighbors yesterday. Charlie, and her husband...I don't remember his name-"

The older woman's disposition changes slightly, one of slight disgust about the people Sharon was speaking of, "James." The name spills from her lips like a curse, "You know, rumor has it that he's just married to Charlie for the arm candy. He ran for a mayoral race on the east coast years ago and they were married, but from what I hear, he doesn't like the company of women...and I mean that in every way."

"He's gay?"

Margo begins to nod slowly, "But completely hates women in the process. He doesn't have anything to worry about. His face looks like a possum anyway. No one wants him." A soft smile plays at her lips when she causes her guest to laugh, "I hope he didn't bother you too much."

"A little. Just made me uncomfortable really." Sharon sighs between chuckles.

"Poor Charlotte just puts up with it. She seeing a man herself, but doesn't think we know. We all know. James hates it, but doesn't tell her. The man is a walking conundrum, Penny." She waves her hand a little in an attempt to change the subject, "Are you hungry?"

"I am. Thank you for inviting me over for brunch today."

"I was going to invite the other women, but I figured it might have been too much for you, what with you just getting over the flu and all." Margo stands, motioning to the dining room table, "Come sit down in here."

"I appreciate it greatly." Sharon was hoping the other women would be there since she needed to obtain tabs on them. However, another time would be fine too. Just longer until they finish the case, "Maybe you can tell me about the other housewives? I like to be prepared."

"There's Evelyn a few doors down. Her husband, John, died a few months ago. Poor thing's been lost since. She tries to get through the day the best way she knows how, but I can tell it isn't enough. Lost something like thirty pounds and she didn't have the extra weight to begin with."

"Was he sick?" Sharon tilts her head to the side, following the woman's instructions.

"Not at all, but something about road rage. I'm not sure of the whole story, but he died while driving."

"That sounds terrible."

"I could only imagine." Margo sighs, "Then there's Helen, she's a delight. She's in the early stages of Alzheimer's though. She doesn't like anyone to know about it, but people with that illness tend to just have a look about them. Like...a blank look, like there's nothing going on up there." Margo gently taps her head with her finger, "Poor thing means well. Brought me a chicken and vegetable casserole few weeks back without the chicken. Wasn't bad, all things considered."

Sharon runs her hand through her hair, "It's an awful disease. One minute your loved one is there, next they're just a hollow shell. My aunt had it, but ended up dying of pneumonia."

"That's awful."

"Yet common." She shrugs.

Margo nods, "That's all that's worth knowing around here. The others mostly stay to themselves and like it that way. I say they're letting their minds rot without any interaction with anyone else."

"Some people prefer a solitary life, such as monks." Sharon shrugs, "To each their own."

"Why didn't you ever want to divorce Jack and date other people?" Rusty sits across from his adoptive mother at the dining area table, "I mean, you weren't together for a while before you finally called it off."

Sharon sighs, "It was easier to further my career to have a ring on my finger."

"In what way?"

"People respect women more when they're married. Especially in a career dominated by men. When I was up and coming, I was one of the only women in my entire department. Now, it's slowly getting on an equal plateau. However, the ring allowed me to not get hit on by other cops who didn't understand that I wasn't there to be eye candy for them. I tried not wearing it for a while, it wasn't a very comfortable time. It's an incredibly different time now, but I'm talking about twenty or so years ago." The woman explains before taking a bite of her sandwich, "I wouldn't mind having a boyfriend, but I'd rather be able to do my job."

"So what if I sign you up for a dating site?" Rusty offers with a mischievous smirk, "They have one that's just for cops."

"You'd better not have." Sharon points her fork toward him.

"I didn't, but maybe you should look to those close to you before I go through with it."