It's sundown down in lemon town and lilly's looking sad. She's staring at the mirror counding bruises, bags and sacks to catch the tears. She pulls the sapphire from her ear; runs a buzzsaw across her wedding ring but cuts her finger (it stings!). She shrieks, remembers when he branded >>LOVE YOU<< on her arm and it swelled up like a big balloon. She cried an afternoon; he watched T.V. 'til he felt the need to take her. And Lilly always takes him back. She's waiting for the knock; she snaps a comb, she spreads the make-up thick. She spreads the bed. It's almost ten - she can't stand another night alone.