See: Les was so used to rejection that he didn’t even hear Lisa accept his invitation to the prom. We liked nerdy, self-conscious, pocket-protector totin’ Les back then. These days, he’s so full of himself that he regales rooms full of strangers with his boring and tragic life story. These days, Les is an insufferable prick.
Meet Mike Moore
The Delicate Genius is being squired around the set of Good Morning La Jolla by some guy who likes to give advice. Les’ interviewer (is that Colleen Dewhurst?) is unprepared to the point of not even recognizing her subject. Didn’t she skim through the book while driving in?
Given the way he carries the torch for his late spouse, and that he’s there to talk about the story of her losing battle with cancer, Les’ “this is my wife” wisecrack is disconcerting indeed.
Party of None
“Right now I’m sitting in the shade of this huge, bizarre-looking plantlike thing that threatens to consume me. How’s everything at home?” Summer, the scamp, attempts to get a rise out of her dad by pretending to be hosting a noisy group of friends. Les, who knows Summer better than anyone, is not fooled for a second.
Strictly Personal
Why must Cayla answer Nate’s question with one of her own? Is she covering for Les? Is Nate supposed to not know that Les is out flogging his book? Could it be that last time Nate inquired of Cayla about Les’ whereabouts, she caught hell from the Grounded One for spilling the beans?
Awe-Sum'

The She-Goats take practice in the dimly lit gym. Keisha, who of course must be double-covered, passes the ball to her bestie. Smilin’ Summer goes to the net a-a-a-a-n-n-n-nd…cut to the gobsmacked expressions on the faces of everyone in the room. Coach Bushka spits out his whistle. Summer, who less than two years ago was moaning that her game *@#s, has dunked the ball! And she’s only a sophomore junior white girl! Coach: how about splitting up your two superstars when you scrimmage? Better yet: just play Summer and Keisha against the other teams. With their mad skills, the two of them alone could easily make Our Lady of the Cedars look like the Washington Generals.



