VIRGINIA: Apparently somebody at the potluck had recorded the entire thing on one of their cellular camera phones and uploaded it anonymously to the church blog, bless their heart.
SHARON: It made its rounds quickly.
BRUCE: It wasn't me, I can hardly work my phone—I ain't really able to figure out how to cut the dang thing on to tell you the truth. (Beat) I don't reckon it can even capture videos.
MARK: He looked so upset, Pastor Fudge. (Beat) Yes, I saw the video too, but that doesn't mean I knew anything about it being taken if that's what you're gettin' at.
BRUCE: Nobody was gettin at it till you said somethin' about gettin at it but now I'm gettin to that point.
MARK: I just like to cover my bases if you really wanna know.
VIRGINIA: Boys—the video.
BRUCE: It was different watching the video than it was being there in person. While I stood there in the backyard sipping my Arnold Palmer I saw a man who had been given way too much authority by the Lord. He looked hungry.
VIRGINIA: And not for a hamburger—
BRUCE: I was getting there, Virginia. In the video he was just...sad. Broken or hurt—alone. I don't know, you pick an adjective. It was just different. More vulnerable, less hostile.
VIRGINIA: Bless his heart.
AILEEN: The man had just lost his wife.
VIRGINIA: Bless her heart.
JON: Nobody seemed to pay any mind to how it affected Isaac. But on the other hand I guess he had gotten pretty used to that.
VIRGINIA: Bless—
SHARON: —his heart—oh look, Virginia knows a phrase.
VIRGINIA: (Indicating on the chalkboard) Jump ahead to early September.
MARK: It wasn't too long after Pastor Fudge's regrettable impromptu potluck happened when the drama started with Sharon and the Hickorys.
BRUCE: What he means is when the drama started with his son.
MARK: (Quickly; defensively) Step-son.
BRUCE: That's fine.
MARK: I still don't understand why it had to go down in the first place.
BRUCE: Ask your son...my apologies, your step-son.
MARK: He didn't do it.
BRUCE: Are you sure now?
MARK: Seventy percent.
BRUCE: I reckon we should tell them about the meeting.
MARK: You fixin' to do it honestly?
BRUCE: I am if you are.
VIRGINIA: Boys!
SHARON: The meeting.
BRUCE: You're right Dear.
VIRGINIA: Early September.
SHARON: We've now passed the Easter Picnic, Elise has been gone for just under five months, and Pastor Fudge has thrown an impromptu potluck at us.
MARK: When have baptists ever turned down a potluck?
SHARON: Michael needed a vacation, not a casserole.
MARK: He wanted to be surrounded by the people he cares about most.
SHARON: The person he cared about most had been in the ground for nearly half a year.
MARK: Then what did he want Sharon?
SHARON: He wanted to—
VIRGINIA: Ketterings!
BRUCE: The meeting!
SHARON: Alrighty then.
MARK: Should we just jump into it? You know, right out of left field just like it was for us that day?
SHARON: I'd say that's the best way to do it. She indicates The Meeting as early September on the chalkboard timeline.) Lights...
