How Quickly the Heroes Fall

I’m 600 words into a long and rambling essay with no point about birth control making me feel pregnant, and I have writer’s block. So I’ll procrastinate and tell you what a bastard my husband is.

I’ve been checking out that new Sunday night show “Brothers and Sisters.” And last night, right as the black sheep son is approaching the suspicious blond woman he saw in his father’s office, Bryan decides to start messing with the cables behind the t.v. and both the sound and the picture goes out.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” I scream.

“Sorry.”

Picture comes on.

Picture goes out.

In between I heard black-sheep son ask, “How long?” and suspicious blond woman answer, “Long enough.”

“STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I’M WATCHING A FRICKIN SHOW HERE!”

Picture comes on as the son is walking back to his car and the scene ends.

Sonofabitch.

So could somebody please fill me in on that scene?