Tearing open a MAGNUM™ wrapper with her teeth, “That’s quite a scar you’ve got,” says Maeve in Old Town Alexandria, naked, pressing her jagged birthmark against Scott’s identical wound, resembling conjoined twins Chang and Eng (one died in his sleep, the other woke up to a corpse and died of fright). “Yours is gnarlier,” says Rodney, guzzling South African Merlot, swallowing a Quaalude, thinking over and over about Alma Trout’s expiration date on her tombstone; Maeve turning over, catching Rodney and Scott bumping fists, “You guys did not just do that!” Rodney imagining Secret Service agents executing terrified baristas with silencers; flash and it’s Maeve driving away from Thomas Sweet after running over their parents; Violet joining the cluster, snorting banana coke, kissing the ex-wife of the Irish Ambassador, pulling her away from the brothers; flash and it’s Maeve executing everybody inside the Starbucks except Rodney, late for work; Maeve tonguing Violet, Rodney throbbing, Violet ejaculating, Maeve urging Scott to step up to her mouth; Scott thrusting, Maeve choking, natal scar so unnerving Rodney goes soft.