The big storyline this week was that Frank’s trial finally began. Carla’s lawyer missed his calling in amateur dramatics while Frank’s lawyer ripped into Maria with the old “What did you expect, dressed like that?” argument from 1957.
Part of Frank’s defence was that he suspected Carla and Peter of carrying on an affair. So when Peter took the stand and was asked if they were having an affair, he confirmed it and Leanne went running out of the room. Frank’s mother handing Leanne photographic evidence of the affair, just in case she wasn’t sure. And because she’s plain eeevil. Seriously, I’ve been watching old episodes of Prime Suspect on Knowledge and Mrs. Foster could easily have been a villain on that show.
Sylvia’s fella from America is now hanging out on the street and when Stella fails to convince him that Nick’s Bistro is Roy’s restaurant, she comes clean and takes him to the <strike>diner</strike> café. Milton isn’t in there 5 minutes before he’s already slapping Roy on the back, Yankee style.
“Americans are very … tactile,” Roy observes.
Julie is excited that Milton is from California as that’s where her prunes come from.
Still, he seems like a nice enough guy, even if the American accent seems so jarring in the middle of Manchester. What if he’s really a supervillain:
Julie’s beau Brian is on a Jamie Oliver/Michelle Obama kick at Bessie Street school, insisting that wee Max eat something more nutritious than crisps and Curly Wurleys for lunch.
Steve would like to get his marriage annulled but if Tracy doesn’t agree to it so they’re stuck together at Number 13, where Tracy’s been exiled after Ken kicked her out. Now Steve has a plan to get rid of her and it involved dividing the house in two(?).
And the music competition was on hold after Mary broke Norris’s fingers in the piano.
Ain’t she sweet?