Mary Worth, 3/19/05
How torn up is Anna about her raging infertility problems? Even when she’s alone in the apartment, she has to switch from speaking aloud to no one in particular to encapsulating her exposition in silent thought balloons when ruminating on her stony insides. Poor Anna! If she can’t even say it to herself, how is she going to tell the fecund baby-making machine that is Dr. Brian?
On the other hand, she may just be worried that he’s got the place bugged. If I were looking for hidden microphones, I’d be checking behind that “starving artist quality at starving artist prices” seaside landscape on the wall there, Anna. The newlyweds seem to be so busy not getting pregnant that they haven’t had time to decorate the place beyond the Motel 6 level.