1 a.m. Nelle and Justin sit at the opposite ends of the couch eating the day-old vegetable lasagna. Watching Suicide Squad for the second time they laugh at the bad character portrayals and the over-intensified drama throughout the movie.

“You know, in another world, Harley Quinn could be your mother,” Justin blurts out in between his chews. Continuing on that same train he goes on “And the Joker could be you know.”

Nelle still looking at the TV, “Who?”

“You know.”

“I really don’t.”

“Don’t make me say it.”

Nelle still looking intently at the television, “I have no idea what you’re saying.”

“Fine. All I’m saying is that maybe her love for what she does, for whom she does, has reached maddening levels.”

“Woooow! That is rude, fanboy. Is this your professional opinion oh great movie reviewer?” Nelle looking at Justin.

“I was just thinking. She goes mad with her love for the Joker, maybe your mother is madly in love with Jesus and that led her to abandon you guys completely.”

“Okay. I’m going to stop you right there. Stop trying to make connections and solving the big mystery of my life. My mother is not mad. And abandonment or not, that is not the issue here.”

“Then what is it?”

“I thought you had dropped it.”

“Fine. Dropping it again.”

“Oh oh, maybe she’s the Enchantress and you are…

“I beg of you. Stop!”

Nelle gets up from the couch, taking her plate to the kitchen sink, she passes by a framed quote that has been hanging for a year now.