Round and round

 Caitlin wanted to say she was getting the hang of this motherhood thing, but she wasn't so sure. It was troubling, thinking Hannah already knew her mood. Sometimes, she just needed Deano to take over. She knew it was exhausting. Sure she wanted to call Tori from time to time about what should she be doing but of course, Tori would be sleeping like a normal person.

Megan hadn's seen the baby yet. Caitlin didn't ask why. Maybe Megan needed to just be in her own zone. After all, she did have her niece to take care of and her grandmother. Caitlin kept telling herself it was OK. Of course, there were those three a.m. worries that kept her awake too.

Did she see Wade where she worked? Finally, after weeks of should she or shouldn't she, she got a hold of someone at work who could find out.

"Pan, I'm counting on you." She was determined to get to the bottom of this, and she finally had Pan on the phone. Had she been dreaming? 

"What are you going to do if I find out what you want?" Pan bounced back, after all, he worked in the basement on Dead Beat Dad cases.

"I just want to know."

"You won't do anything strange will you?" Pan wanted to know.

"Strange?" Wasn't he the strange one? He never wanted anyone to see him. He'd worked during the whole pandemic alone in his little chamber. She hadn't seen him in ages. She wondered what color his hair was now. She doubted he would even know what to do with a girlfriend.  "Just..just find out who these people are." She recalled what she could the day she went into labor with Hannah while she was at work.

Weezer knew something was wrong with Roxanne but he didn't think he could help. He didn't want her to think he was a flirt. Of course, she never discussed her personal life.

"You could come for Thanksgiving," he smiled as if surly they were having Thanksgiving at Nic's. Although, they hadn't talked about it. He was cleaning up as he was making small talk near the end of their shift.

"I have a boyfriend," she said ever so dreary as she slowly wiped down the counter. She looked like she might drop. "But we broke up."

"Broke up?" So that's what this was about. She was so somber, but that seemed to be her style.

"Um," she nodded. They'd been together for a long time she told him. Of course, Weezer didn't know what that meant. He was doing good to see Nonnie after work every night. They talked in his car. They'd had some monumental conversations. Although, he couldn't say, 'Oh, that's my girlfriend.'

"We still live together," Roxanne explained.

"How can that be? You just broke up?" Weezer looked at her blankly.

"Pan's got nowhere to go." She shrugged. "Or maybe it's me who has nowhere to go."

"Oh."

"Besides, we went in on the apartment together," Rox said it was just a studio.

"What do you mean?" Weezer didn't understand.

"Oh, we aren't talking to each other." Roxanne looked at him. "We just text to tell each other what chores need to be done."

It sounded like torture to Weezer. He shook his head.