A figure appears, framed against the light of the doorway, as bejeweled as the first woman—only these jewels are pewter skulls with eyes of Austrian crystal. "What the frig?" the new woman cries. "Who the frig ah you? What are you, retahded? Get your hands off my husband!"
"Your husband, eh? Well, he's my protegé, Sylvia Plath; and I am Olive Higgins Prouty, a famous novelist—come, darling, let's flee this horrid woman."
"No! No! Remember me? I'm your wife, Mary. Come with me. We'll have a wicked awesome time. The A-Team is on in ten minutes!"
