“Good night, darling,” says Wilma. “Sleep well.” She kisses Homer
“Good night, Wilma,” says Homer. She hugs him again, then turns out his bedside light. As she leaves Homer’s bedroom, she remembers to leave the door opened a crack so he isn’t locked inside.
Homer looks up at the ceiling. Tears stream down his face as he smiles.
The next day: an unemployment office. Lines of men wait for their unemployment insurance checks. Many are reading want ads.