He has three jars of cocktail onions in here. [ hi, billy. it's about as much of a greeting as he's bound to get, as kate unceremoniously trashes two of the three jar-culprits. the whole trio seemed to be in various states of half-emptied. she kept the one that appeared most fresh. ] Who needs that many cocktail onions?

[ never-you-mind that all three jars would have likely kept well enough until kingdom come (pickled, after all) -- kate still made a show of it.

she hands a fresh trash bag to billy and gestures that he should hold it open for her. ] Plus, I can't remember the last time I ever saw him drink anything other than bad cheap beer. Is he having sneaky cocktail parties when I'm not around? Who is he inviting?

[ -- kate bravely displaced all her disappointment and uncertainty onto this very narrow emotional landscape. and she did so without yet even meeting billy's eyes.

welcome to the funhouse. ]