Nero Forces You To Explain? Cont.

Listen to “Stormy Weather” as performed by Ethel Waters.

Pat Wilson: Joe…-

I came on…to him.

I did!

*She smiles.*

He was SO handsome. And…I wanted fun.

I was alone.

And I knew my husband wasn’t faithful.

So, I decided to try my best to…catch his attention. I was so sad.

Listen to “Love Me Or Leave Me” as performed by Benny Goodman.

I invited him to dinner. Over and over again.

*She laughs.*

And then…one night…he gave.

*She clasps her hands together.*

Lacey: What did he do!?

Pat: He kissed me.

He kissed me on the lips.

And that’s all.

I was married. He was afraid he was going to die.

And…we just were like that.

You’d have slept with Lem. I know.

I wasn’t that passionate…in that way.

Neither was Joe.

We just kissed.

Held hands.

And that felt very daring to us.

I’m not saying we were saints. But we only kissed and held hands.

But we were in love.

We were very in love.

He asked me what I was looking for. I explained to him that I wanted true love. But of course, I understood why that wasn’t likely.

He told me that he could love me…but he wouldn’t know how to fix things at home, so we could get married. I told him we could get married. That I was sure of it.

He wondered if that was possible.

And we fell madly in love.

See…that’s not Lem.

Explain why!

Lacey:

Lem: Because I’d have proposed. The first night.

After making love.

And she’d have accepted.

We’d be pregnant and off to the chapel.

Within a week.

Married for the rest of eternity, actually.

Pat: *Nods and smiles.*

Joe…-

*She laughs.*

He wanted to be…a U.S. President.

Lacey! …To you and Lem…that’s nothing. Fine.

But to Joe? Wow!

And yeah, I was Lady Somethingoranother. The Countess of Jersey.

But…I found being US President impressive too.

It really is something.

You know?

*Lacey thinks.*

The White House isn’t much…by our standards. But it’s…grand.

It’s really grand.

I promise you it is!

And I would have made it better.

You understand?

Lacey: Yes.

I think of eating Beef Stroganoff on a dining-room table, in a smallish but lovely house. In a suburb. In the early 1990’s. And I think…how grand that actually felt.

Yes.

That’s when America existed.

Listen to “Moonglow” as performed by Artie Shaw.

Pat Wilson: That was the country Joe wanted to be the President of.

And I loved him.

He was so smart!

Gosh.

*Lacey smiles in understanding. And God weeps.*

*And if there’s reincarnation Akhenaten is…under the grace of God. Because yes, Tom Banks messed-up.*

Listen to “Cheek to Cheek” as performed by Fred Astaire.

Tom: I meant well.

I really did!

Lacey knows that, I hope.

Pat Wilson: I was in love.

I was desperately in love.

And I was willing to sacrifice for him. But I insisted he had to do right by me.

And…he agreed to.

I get mad. For both of us.

Because David Axelrod says Joe may have wanted to get away from me. That’s NOT true. He didn’t! I swear it!

He loved me.

…That’s the Kennedy myth, Lacey. Their history is bad history. It’s not real.

…Joe was going to marry me.

Lacey: Pat, how could he have been President and married you?

Pat: Yeah.

Well…-

We were going to do it.

Lacey: Was that how he died?

Pat: Yes.

You already know.

Lacey: I was in love with him.

Pat: Yeah.

Lacey: How did he think he was going to live!?

Pat: I’m sorry.

I let him-

He was willing to gamble it.

But yes, he was doing that to win public support for our love.

*She weeps.*

Lacey: *Watches her.*

Queen Elizabeth II: Lacey is Lady Rosslyn. Try to remember, Pat.

She’s not going cold.

Pat: Oh my.

Lacey, I’m not sure why I was so mean.

Because I should have let you know that much sooner.

I guess I was…hurt and jealous.

Yeah. He died…trying to make our love…a marriage.

Lacey: *Smirks.*

Listen to “I’m So Tired” by Fugazi

Lacey: I’m going to give you my original answer.

Ha!!!

I knew it.

*She smirks.*

You’re in love.

Pat Wilson: *Stares at Lacey.*

Yes.

Lacey: Why did he choose that job!!?!

Listen to “Army Dreamers” by Kate Bush.

Pat: For foolish, horrific reasons.

Lacey: Sick.

Queen Elizabeth II: I agree.

Lacey: So what would have happened if he’d lived?

Pat: He’d have been able to sell the U.S. public on the concept of me.

I’d have been…the woman he fell in love with. On a daredevil mission.

We’d have lied. Said my husband died before we started our relationship.

People have assumed I was in love with him, my husband that is. I was. But…not really. You understand how it all works better than they do. …Don’t let them keep fooling you with their bullshit.

We would have married. REALLY.

Of course, it was all hush-hush. …Joe didn’t tell anyone.

Lacey: He wouldn’t!

Pat: EXACTLY!

EXACTLY, Lacey.

Why?

Lacey: He’s…evil. He’s quite evil. …But…it’s just how he was raised. And his heart isn’t in it, entirely.

Pat Wilson: That’s very accurate.

Did he tell you about me?

Lacey: Yes.

He told me I reminded him of you.

Pat: Sweetie, you’re a horrible ditz.

When did he tell you that?

Lacey: *Laughs.*

Yes.

Well.

I was…a young woman.

Pat: Lacey…how did you hear him?

Lacey: *Thinks.*

Shoot!

The same way I’m hearing you.

But I just imagined it was my imagination.

I’ve always wanted to write a good novel.

Pat: No.

You’re not a ditz.

You’re BEING LIED TO.

Lacey! How could you know about me…BEFORE you knew about me!?

FROM HIM!

It’s preposterous. But they’ve kept you from figuring it out.

No, he told you about me!

HE TOLD YOU ABOUT ME.

Lacey! That’s WAY too weird.

Lacey: Yeah.

It is.

Because she was you. Not some kind of person who is like you.

I could almost see you, as he talked about you.

Pat: What did he say?

Lacey: That you two were in love.

That I had similar romantic ideals to you.

Why did he mess with me? That’s so stupid!

Pat: You’re very beautiful.

And I married again.

Stuff like that.

*She shrugs.*

Maybe I was even happily married when he told you.

Lacey: And he wondered if you two were through?

Pat: YES!

Lacey: And he was being evil.

Pat: Yes.

Lacey: So…what did happen!?

Pat: What I’ve said.

Fern: I’m not dead yet, but I’m on my way out.

She hears us!

You do!

Ask God to explain more.

I had serious mental health issues, in my life. It was physical. Lacey’s not mentally-ill. But it’s the same. I wasn’t demon possessed. Neither is she!

There was a demonic element to it. Because…it’s not how it’s supposed to be. But…there are some things you can’t control. She’s not able to control this!

She’s just…*She shrugs*

She’s sort of dead. That’s scary to hear, but it’s true. No! It’s true!

Her brain is kind of dead.

She’s not braindead. *She laughs.*

But it’s like she’s…dead.

It’s very unusual, but it’s her brain.

Lacey, I’m sorry we left things the way we did. We’ll talk some more someday!

Lacey: Sounds good!

Fern: Yup.

Let’s have lunch. Okay?

My treat.

Lacey: Where?

Fern: *Rubs her hands together in anticipation*

Moscow!

No! I’m serious.

I want a word with Putin…with you there…when you’re both dead.

Lacey: *Laughs*

Fern: He needs to apologize to you. And it would be fun to eat in Russia

Lacey: Sounds like fun!

Lem: I’m there too.

Fern: Fine.

Lacey: You sound better this time.

Fern: *Nods.*

I’m more ready.

I’m READY!

*She laughs*

Lacey: We’re going to miss you!

Fern: *Leaves, to cry.*

Lacey: Pat…-

*Goes to get more homemade “Pink Drink”*

Pat: She made me tell you all that.

Fern.

She’s been crossing over.

And she’s been praying.

I kind of wanted to. But she was fighting in her spirit, for justice. For many people.

So Lacey, yes. You’re…hearing us.

It’s real.

You’re just hearing us.

Eric is the same way.

Greg: Where are they finding these people?

Pat: They don’t.

Eric’s father was a very rich man.

Lacey’s family has oil.

It’s more just the way it all works.

People with abnormally high IQ’s like Lacey…and Eric…tend to have a lot of money. At times. At least, nowadays. And it’s relatively easy for people to find them…in the right social context.

Lacey will summer in Switzerland. She has.

Eric loves Gstaad.

If you walked into a ski resort…in December…on Lake Louise? You’d very easily find someone.

Greg: She went to my church.

Pat: *Laughs*

Yes!

I’m sure there are other people who are like that at many churches, just like your church. Or there have been.

People like them…are drawn to Charismatic Christian worship.

Greg: What’s happening when she worships? At a church like mine?

Pat: Honestly?

Joe was there. At times.

With most living people…there’s not much reason to hang around. With someone who can hear us? It’s far more tempting.

Greg: So?

Pat: So we join you. In prayer. Etc..

Greg: How are you talking to her!?

Pat: Greg…Catholics believed in Purgatory for centuries.

WHY?!

It’s not just witchcraft!

They had real reasons.

….To be honest? It’s much harder to lose your Christianity than some people think.

But…it’s not as simple as some people think it is, either.

God really does look at your heart.

And…we can…still see you all. At times. And…some of us…choose to be evil.

You don’t lose your free will.

Greg: That baffles me.

Why would you do that!?

Pat: Because…it’s like the Mad Men episode where Don Draper sees the dead Vietnam soldier. And the man is stuck with missing parts. And he tells Don that just because he’s dead doesn’t mean he got his leg back? I think it was his leg?

Anyway, it’s like that spiritually. In a way.

When you die…if you’re saved…and you go to…the beginning of Heaven. Okay? But you’re not sold out? God keeps trying to edge you towards Heaven. But…you can…cease to exist.

Or you can…be sent to Hell.

Scary! I know. But don’t be scared. God is incredibly loving and wise.

Greg: So…you die…and you decide to reject Christ. But not really. So you’re stuck in this like Limbo?

Pat: Close.

Close.

Greg: And you then you…either cease to exist…or go to Hell…or go to Heaven?

Pat: He doesn’t want anyone going to Hell.

So basically, yes.

A Christian: Which designer are you? Jackie wore Oleg Cassini.

I’m sure Pat was very fashionable.

What about you, Lacey?

Lacey: Norell, Sybil Connolly, Dior, Clare Mccardell. Probably especially Clare Mccardell. But I love Dior! They’re all brilliant!

Pat:

That’s Clare Mccardell.

A man reading this: Why the fuck…do we assume Lem was gay!?

NBC: He may not have been.

David Axelrod would like to apologize to Pat.

Pat: I’m sorry!

But TOO LATE.

No.

You can’t do that.

SORRY!

NBC: He’s sorry.

Pat: Great.

I’m still hurt.

I sound like a crazy person. Who went around hunting Joe down.

That’s not what happened.

I did pursue him. I really did. Fine. But I certainly was not…chasing him around. Desperately.

*She laughs.*

A female reader: Pat, what did happen?

Pat: It’s like Lacey said.

Joe was raised to be evil.

Okay?

Joe Senior raised him to be an absolute jerk.

But somehow…he knew better. At times.

And…I think…we just fell in love.

*She shrugs.*

He felt that we belonged together. He made many promises. And…I could tell he meant to make good.

He told me we’d marry. And he meant it. He was…gaga over me.

David Axelrod: Why didn’t he tell people?

Pat: Because he hated commitment.

Telling people made him feel weak.

Kick knew.

Jack knew, I think.

…He did tell some people.

Billy Cavendish knew!

All of that family knew.

But…he wanted to keep control.

David: So…he genuinely promised to marry you?

Pat: *She sighs*

Yes.

Yes.

He had made promises in the past. Yes? But…Athalia was his father’s pick. He loved her, some. But…not like me.

Lacey Banks. Kay Banks. She’s really Kay Banks, but she goes by Lacey.

Her name is Kay.

Anyway,-

Kirk and Kay.

I love it.

Anyway, Joe would have tried to marry her.

*Pat laughs.*

He’s-

*She looks angry.*

Lacey has a great body. Okay?

Elliott can tell you.

*She smirks.*

Lacey is built.

Just like Lem.

And…well…Joe is-

He’d have tried to marry her. Just to get…the fast car with all the trimmings. He was like that. Unfortunately.

Of course…he’d have cheated with me. Before they were even married. So maybe they’d not have even married.

Lacey: How do you tolerate that?

Pat: Because you’re hot.

You’re our generation’s ideal.

And I can understand.

*She rolls her eyes.*

I know he loves me. More than you. …I know he’s just…-

*She rolls her eyes*

Lacey: He’s just what?

Pat: *She thinks.*

He’s…an absolute idiot.

Lacey: Why tolerate that?

Pat: Because I do love him.

And…I know I’m truly special to him.

Lacey, you’re GORGEOUS.

Sweetie, you’re GORGEOUS.

…Seeing you…in all your glory…- If he’d leave you to be with me!? No. He loves me.

He loves ME.

…And I’m sure there would be others.

But you’re a rare breed. And…-

*She smiles.*

You’d give me confidence, ironically.

Lacey: *Thinks.*

Can I really hear you?

Because why didn’t you tell me this before?!

Pat: …I wasn’t ready.

You can. Mostly. Hear us.

Joe wasn’t ready either.

Lacey: Well…I hope you’re both happy.

*She smiles.*

A man: So Lem…seduced her!?

God: Yes.

A man: How is he gay!?

God: He isn’t gay.

A man: So gay men…are afraid that if they admit he might be straight…and faking it…they’ll have to start looking for the others?

God: That’s very much part of it!

*Later.*

Lem: I was straight.

Someday, at the rate they were going, 30 years ago, they’d realize that.

Harvard: Really?

Lem: Yes.

In about 40 years.

Yes. 40 years!

You’d have new psychological evidence. From decades of studying gay marriage. And you’d have new genetic evidence. From AI.

You’d know I was straight. And it would bother you.

Harvard: What would we say?

Lem: That I was very screwed-up.

That I had severe depression and anxiety, my whole adult life.

That I was…WAY too detached.

Bizarrely detached.

That my particular type of drug use, didn’t correlate with grief. At least not the way I would have been grieving Jack.

That I seemed more…sexually frustrated.

And you’d also suspect that I was faking most of my facial expressions. To look gay.

AI.

REALLY.

Harvard: And then what?

Lem: You’d have a better understanding of JFK. Why he died. Who he really is and was.

And actually….you’re going to become obsessed with Red Fay. In this scenario.

He really was bisexual. They had a real relationship.

Harvard: Do we write books about him and Red?

Lem: No!

*He laughs.*

You make MOVIES.

Huge blockbusters.

I’m suddenly a fascinating…red herring. A sad side-note. The tragic Lem. Downtrodden. Very downtrodden.

Harvard: And we love Red Fay?

Lem: You think Red is…FASCINATING.

Harvard: Does-

God: Yes. If there’s reincarnation, it does have to do with the rise of Asia.

Harvard: So we make a movie…about them?

Lem: Yes.

With most “Kennedys” old or dead…40 years from now…you’re free.

And…Red is truly fascinating.

He…really is!

He’s a GREAT character.

Lacey and I are hot. And we have interesting personalities. We’re also very loving and deep.

But Red!? Red is COMPLICATED.

You think I’m complicated? HA!

Red is VERY complex.

Just think about it!

I was trying to be gay. So I bought the apartment. Wore the clothes.

I followed Jack around. Tried to love him. Told people I did.

But it’s nonsense. I’m never sad enough at the right times.

And I did have a crazy “Playboy” collection.

Red? …He almost cried at Jack’s wedding. HE DID.

He was SO jealous. Of Jackie. You can see it in his eyes.

I’m way too happy. He…was not. He was forcing himself to smile, in every photo.

But…he’s under the radar.

I got into fights. Heck! That’s me. I would have married my wife, the first time I saw her.

Red…was crafty.

People say I was discreet? Okay. RED WAS DISCREET! Red was unbelievably discreet.

Do you even know about him!?

Harvard: Barely.

Lem: EXACTLY.

No, they were involved in World War II.

And I knew that. Jack told me, either openly or by accident.

I didn’t care.

And…Red calls me neutral? Ha! He KNEW. He knew I wasn’t gay.

…But I was a good cover. As long as people were focused on me? He could really get away with it.

But…he did love his wife.

He was SO complicated. Because, what made him tick? Why…did he love Jack so much? And keep…going back to him? Even while married? What was going through his mind!?

I said I didn’t want to work for Jack because I was trying to keep our relationship personal? Well, or something like that. Red knew better. Because they were actually involved. He wasn’t worried. …That’s fascinating!

He…had real intimacy with Jack. And Jack protected him from scrutiny. With everyone.

He’s still protected.

Jackie even…lost to him. She was focused on me, and a few other guys and many women. But Red? Totally under the radar!

He may have even pursued her, after Jack died.

No, you’d become fascinated with him.

Harvard: The movie?

Stanley Kubrick: Great film, as far as films go.

It starts in World War II.

They meet. They have a moment.

It goes on…until Red writes his book. Then we see Red weep. Alone. In a park.

Cue the music.

A woman in her 20’s: You guys…how dumb are we?

This actually makes sense.

I’m thinking we’re DUMB.

I also really wanna see this movie. It sounds brilliant.

Stanley Kubrick: It would be a blockbuster.

Nero Forces You to Explain?

Eric does more reading.

Casi (?): Two things.

First of all, you told me you don’t “trust me”.

Like, you don’t trust me anymore?

Say what?

Lacey: Oh! I never trusted you.

I did say that. In 2017? You messaged me. It was the second or third time we ever talked? Yes?

And…I did say that. But I never trusted you.

I’m sorry I wasn’t clear.

Dolly: So…why was she contacting you?

Lacey: I don’t know.

I think she thought I was mad at her or something?

Casi (?): No! I thought you were in love with me. And getting jealous because I had a boyfriend

Lacey: Oh!

We never talked. Why did you think I was in love with you?

Casi (?): *Thinks.*

A female reader: Did you imagine a relationship with her?

Casi (?): Maybe.

Lacey: Maybe she did.

Yeah, I wasn’t in love with you.

I don’t even find women attractive.

Casi (?): But we talked!

Lacey: When!?!

Casi (?): Okay. Twice.

Lacey: Yeah! Like four times TOTAL. Briefly. Over…two YEARS.

Casi (?): Okay. That’s a huge stretch. I admit it.

But it’s possible.

Lacey: *Thinks.*

Lem: No. It’s completely possible, but not really given what actually happened.

What specifically did you think had happened?

Casi (?): She was always so excited to talk to me.

Lacey: You’re putting words and emotions in my mouth. That’s sick and SO not allowed. To HELL WITH THAT!

Casi (?): Okay.

I felt something.

Lacey: And I empathize with that experience.

That’s…sweet and sad. Because I don’t feel that way at all. About you.

You were fun to talk to. But I wasn’t feeling anything romantic or sexual, for you, at all.

Casi (?): I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who was so excited to talk with me.

Lacey: *Thinks and looks very confused.*

Tutankhamen: Do I seem that excited?

Casi (?): To be honest? Yes.

Tutankhamen: I’m not in love with you or attracted to you either.

Lou: What is she reading?!?

*Later*

God: She’s reading that Lacey is broken.

First of all.

Second of all, she’s under the impression that Lacey has a certain nervousness around her.

Third of all, she’s sensing that Lacey cares.

Now, what’s really happening?

Both Lacey and Tutankhamen are unusual people. Both have a gifting that’s quite similar. You don’t know that part of Lacey. I do.

But unlike Jack Kennedy…both Tutankhamen and Lacey DO NOT sexually engage. With strangers. At all.

Casi, or whoever you are, stop coming on to her. Just stop. And see what happens.

Casi (?): Hi.

Lacey: Hi!

God: Does that seem different?

Casi (?): Yes.

She seems…almost boring.

God: Yeah!

See…you kept coming on to her. That actually made her feel unsafe. So she got nervous. And then you assumed that was interest, on her part. But it wasn’t. It was the opposite.

*They think.*

She is sad. But necessarily broken.

And yes, she does care. About everything and everyone.

Casi (?): Okay.

To be honest, there was no clear evidence she was interested in me, at all.

Lacey: Why did everyone assume I was?

Casi (?): You think everyone assumed you were?

Lacey: YES!

People made TONS of wild assumptions about me.

A perfume creator: We did.

It’s true.

Casi (?): Well shit.

*Later.*

A hater: Why do you think we think you’re poor?

Lacey: Because that’s all you’ve ever said. In all the years I’ve known anyone in the perfume community.

A hater: When you were up in Canada…how expensive was that house?

Lacey: Why?

A hater: Who owned it?

Lacey: Why?

A hater: Over $4 million!

Okay.

And you were staying with friends.

Cool.

Why is that your vacation?

Lacey: Why wouldn’t visiting friends be a vacation activity?

A hater: Yeah, okay then.

Umm-

So there are people in your family worth $50 million?

The CIA: $30.

A hater: That’s a lot.

The CIA: How much would Tom be worth today?

Full time Knitter: $500,000,000.00. He was only worth about $50 million. But those were different times. Today he’s worth a lot more.

Think of her dad being like Dolly Parton.

He really was that big of a deal.

A hater: So you didn’t feel weird staying with Eric? Or someone?

Lacey: No!

Not at all.

Eric: Her husband’s father has owned two mansions since she’s been married.

How do you not all realize that!?

These are not poor people?

Like what?

A hater: We know.

We just love the idea that she’s poor.

The CIA: That’s sick.

A hater: Is it?

The CIA: In this situation? Yeah! EXTREMELY.

You’re all totally sick.

It’s gotten perverse.

Ten years ago I think there was room for speculation. It was…dumb and incredibly ignorant and naive. But I could see it.

Now? You’d have be insane…or a pervert.

Eric: Why don’t any of you keep track of what she’s bought? Like…why?

A hater: Because I keep reading that she’s poor.

Lord Loughborough: Look.

It’s like this.

And you can fuck off if you’re a religious fool reading this who thinks she’s going to Hell or rejecting God for saying so.

This was her house:

This is the best she can do now:

That’s all you’re reading.

That’s really all it is!

She was a billionaire. In my family. She was extraordinarily wealthy. …Being worth $4 million is nothing to her. It scares her, even.

How do you not understand that!?

A gay hater: How much are they actually worth?

The CIA: It’s around $3. Trajectory. Maybe more.

Lacey: I’m not poor.

But it’s like my possible father said.

An Indian woman in the perfume community: And now I feel superior. She’s just a lazy ass ugly oppressor!

*She smugly preens by combing her hair. Nose up in the air.*

God: FUCK OFF!

I’m so sick of you woke women beating up on her!

You have no superiority, you DOG!

You’re a heartless whore.

The woman: *Cries.*

You’re mean!

I’m AMAZING!

*She says in a cockney accent.*

God: Yes. You are also British. If there’s reincarnation.

You were once a racist, white bitch. From the slums of London.

She’s not like you.

Stop projecting your shit on her soul.

A woman in the perfume community from India: I look better dark.

Lacey: Yes! You do.

A woman in the perfume community from India: Don’t compliment me!

You’re DISGUSTING.

Lem: Wow!

Are you nuts?

A woman in the perfume community from India: *Thinks.*

Fine. I’m ugly compared to her, even now.

But that’s why I don’t want a compliment.

Lacey: But then what was I supposed to even say?

The woman: *exhales*

*Shrugs.*

I’m not as nice as I used to be.

Honestly? You probably shouldn’t have walked into our pub.

*She laughs.*

Lacey: Why do you all collect perfume?

The woman: *She thinks.*

I’m not a good person.

God was right.

*She thinks.*

Gosh! I really do do bad things.

Funny.

*She smirks.*

He knows. Better to be honest.

*She looks guilty.*

Anyway, why do we collect perfume?

It’s luxurious.

Lacey: Is it?

The woman: IT IS!

Think about it!

It’s totally unnecessary.

Lacey: I don’t think of perfume that way.

The woman: Oh! You think of it like…a way to avoid smelling bad things?

Lacey: YES.

The woman: *Laughs and nods.*

Makes sense.

So to you it can be luxurious but not necessarily.

Lacey: Yes!

To me it’s like…deodorant? Almost. Like a more expensive and elaborate form of deodorant.

The woman: Huh.

Would you think deodorant can be art?

Lacey: Yes. Under the right conditions.

The woman: Interesting.

*She thinks.*

How much did Joe hurt you?

You really do talk to ghosts.

Lacey: A lot.

The woman: Well…we collect perfume because it’s our only chance at…that sort of luxury.

Eric: What’s “that sort of luxury”?

The woman: Purses. Cars. Jewelry.

Travel?

You didn’t know that???

Lacey: No.

I didn’t know you grouped it all together.

Are houses a part of that too?

The woman: *Thinks*

Yes and no.

Did I have a Victorian grandmother?

God: *Smiles*

If there’s reincarnation, you certainly did.

The woman: Wow!

You remind me of her.

*She laughs.*

*Then looks concerned.*

You all sacrificed A LOT.

Dammit!

*She has to excuse herself.*

Casi (?): It depends!

Some houses are better than others.

Probably mostly no.

I love your tastes.

Okay! Hold on!

Hold on!

Why did Elliott cheat?

I like him!

God: I like him too.

Another female reader: He’s got a history with Faye Emerson.

God: That’s definitely part of it.

They were married.

Faye knows how to manipulate him.

Casi (?): So what actually happened!?

FDR: She blackmailed him. Psychologically.

She blackmailed him psychologically into cheating with her. He was in a sort of relationship with Lacey that was real. For a while.

And that intrigued Faye. Lacey’s extremely beautiful. She doesn’t photograph well. She’s far better looking in person. And so Faye felt…competitive.

Pat Wilson: I knew that would happen.

When I died…they instantly started tempting Joe to come on to me. Using demons of lust.

So I calculated that if I got rid of Joe…by taking him for myself…as I wanted…she’d just find her way to Lem, ultimately. And I was right!

Casi (?): So you knew about all of the ex-wives and girlfriends?

Pat Wilson: *Smiles and nods.*

I did my research.

Casi (?): That was mean though!

Pat Wilson: I wanted him.

We were so in love.

And Lem’s…-

*She breaks off crying.*

He’s her EVERYTHING.

*She smiles.*

They’re meant for each other.

Glenn: So…it was too tempting?

Pat Wilson: Oh my word!

YES!

You have no idea!

Casi (?): But what did you have to do…to end that?

God: Lacey’s gone through Hell.

Pat wasn’t supposed to do it.

But I couldn’t stop her.

And…it has made Lacey and Lem very happy.

But it’s been…Hellish.

Pat Wilson: I couldn’t stop myself.

I’ve had to learn since then.

A female reader: Do the Kennedys know about her?

NBC (?): Barely.

A female reader: *Laughs.*

They’re really not that bright!

Pat Wilson: No. They’re not.

*She laughs.*

Joe was. Sort of.

He impressed me?

But…they’re far more average than it’s seemed.

A female reader: So Pat…what was it like…loving him?

Pat Wilson: Lem…seduced Lacey.

Did you know that?

He seduced her.

No, not like with JFK. He’s very genuinely possessive. …It’s not possible he loved Jack. He’d never allow her to be with someone else. Male or female.

Anyway, he seduced her.

A reader: He sexually seduced her?

Pat Wilson: OH YES.

A reader: That’s-

She’s not who the perfume community thinks she is.

A man in Germany: What did he do?

Pat Wilson: *Rolls her eyes.*

What do you think!?

A man in Germany: He grabbed her boobs!

Pat Wilson: *Laughs.*

That’s nothing.

No, he’s far more-

No. He truly seduced her.

*She waits.*

A woman in America in the perfume community: So…okay?

Pat Wilson: So Lacey…was seduced.

Imagine her washing her dishes…late at night…alone. In her kitchen.

And he sneaks up behind her and starts…kissing her.

That’s LEM.

Yes! That’s actually Lem Billings.

Now, Joe? Ha!

Lacey go get a good cold drink. This will take a while.

*Lacey makes a homemade “Pink Drink”*

Coconut milk, strawberry juice?

Lacey: Yes.

Pat: That’s not our generation.

*She laughs.*

Lacey: No!

But it’s fun.

Pat Wilson: Yes.

I like it too.

Very joyful.

Lacey: YES!

It’s fun.

Pat Wilson: *Smiles.*

You’d rather be sitting on a velvet orange chaise in Upper East Side Manhattan, with Lem. Drinking ice water?

With the kids asleep.

Lacey: Yes.

But it’s fun.

Pat Wilson: You’re craving creamy soups? With STEAK.

Lacey: *Smiles.*

Pat Wilson: *Laughs then cries out of empathy.*

Lacey they LOVE Pink Drink.

They actually love it.

Lacey: I didn’t think that through.

Pat Wilson: *Smiles, empathetically.*

Listen to “Stardust” as performed by Hoagy Carmichael.

Pat Wilson: Gosh, you love Lem.

Can you imagine being as happy with anyone but him?

Lacey: No.

Pat Wilson: Good.

*She smiles.*

He’s yours.

Lacey: Yes.

Pat: *Smiles*

So…Joe?

Well…he’s not actually like Lem.

I know you imagined he was.

But he’s not.