HAHAHAHA, Gold, Joimiaroxeu, absolute gold! "Muscle memory" indeed!
And yet Nick is but a distant memory.....
I'm assuming Nick is running, off screen, a very successful booth at the local Farmer's Market, selling his abundant harvest of dingleberries. By the pint, by the quart, by the gallon, his supply is endless AND, locally sourced! He's busy trying to recruit Chelsea to help harvest.
I love Eva LaRue, Mama Celeste, not so much - or at least not as much as I wanted to. That's some grade C bullshit she was shoveling at Lola about regretting not having her father at the wedding, a father that hasn't been around since before she was born. I think Lola will survive, as we all will, without any Rosales Pere in the picture.
Is there a sadder park anywhere than the badly redesigned Chancellor Park and above ground Burial Vault and Pool?
Poor Faith must have seen her genetic future flash before her eyes today, hanging out with Nick and Adam. It's not pretty.