Later that afternoon. Back in Dave and Danielle's dome home. They and Holly are sitting around the kitchen table.
Holly: And you're sure it's OK if I stay over the weekend? I don't want to impose.
Dave: Are you kidding, this is great. We'll hang out, actually talk and get caught up instead of cuddling silently the whole time. Really get to know each other again.
Holly: Are you sure you want to hear my entire story? It isn't suddenly all sweetness and light after I offed my dad.
Dave: I want to hear everything. And I can tell you all my horror stories for comic relief.
Danielle: They mostly involve romantic train wrecks.
Holly: All right then. Let the floodgates open.
Dave: OK, but first, sustenance. We never did actually eat anything at the picnic.
Holly: It's OK, I'm not hungry.
Danielle: But you haven't eaten since you got here. Maybe a little snack?
Holly: No, really, thanks, but I'm not a big eater.
Dave: I'll say so. You're thin as a rail. I didn't want to say anything before, when we were cuddling, but I'm a little worried. You can't be 100 pounds soaking wet - and you're taller than me.
Holly: Look, guys, I really don't want to discuss it.
Holly: Seriously, back off.
Dave: OK, but Dani and I are going to eat; can you stand the peer pressure?
Holly: I'll be fine. Where's the bathroom?
Danielle: Second door on the right.
Holly excuses herself.
Danielle: Oh boy.
Danielle: Anorexia. Bulimia. Very common in women who have been sexually abused. She's starving herself. I can see her ribs through her blouse.
Dave: You're sure?
Danielle: Well, I'm not a psychiatrist or anything. But the woman is gaunt. You described her as very athletic as a kid; Now I don't think she could do a cartwheel without passing out. As it is, I think she went to the bathroom to puke.
Dave: (stricken) Dammit. Dammit dammit dammit. I should have known all of that happy talk was just that. What do we do?
Danielle: I don't know. Look for a treatment facility, convince her to go? Get her to a meeting? We don't know her well enough long enough to carry off an intervention. We should call Liz later and ask her what she thinks.
(she thinks for a moment)
I don't think there's anything we can do right now, so we have to let it be.
Holly returns from the bathroom.
Holly: My ears are burning.
Dave: Well, who else are we going to talk about?
Holly: I don't know. Liz? I know she gave you a hard time, but what do you think? I told her I would marry her if she proposes, which she's still planning to do. Am I crazy?
Dave: I can't tell. I only saw her pissed off, jealous side. I'm sure there's more to her.
Holly: There sure is. She's brilliant, over-educated, opinionated, very sweet when she's not being all territorial. She sings and plays guitar. Really well. We met at a coffee house near the university. I took a Bachelor's in Biology and teach high school; she's working on her PhD in immunology.
Danielle: (whistles) Whoa. That's about as intense a discipline as there is. I am definitely experiencing new-found respect for the woman.
Holly: Yeah, she really is amazing. I'm sorry you only got to see one side of her.
Dave: Hey, you love her, that's good enough for me.
Dave and Danielle: (raising glasses) To Liz!
Holly: To Liz!