Stephanie is in a dead-end marriage to a man twenty years her senior, Terry. Well into his sixties now, Terry has long since started to bore Stephanie. He tells the same stories and he's grown predictable in general. Stephanie has cheated on him several times and Terry once almost left her for a woman even younger than her—despite it all, they've remained together. When they met, he was a good deal younger and more interesting, coming into her cramped New York apartment to teach her to make toast from an open flame. Soon, they moved in together and it seemed like the logical next step for them to elope at the courthouse, given British Terry's need for a green card. Now, Stephanie is looking into lofts around New York to move into, certain that she will be leaving Terry, since this is just the logical next step for her. That is, until she stumbles upon a naked Terry softly groaning beside their bathtub, bleeding with several potted plants knocked over around him. Internally, she hesitates, but she leaves the room to call an ambulance as she knows she should. When he gets to the hospital, they run several tests on him and keep him for a few days. In that time, Stephanie witnesses just what a grumpy old man he is, mocking the nurses and ridiculing the doctor for her appearance. Terry is cleared from the hospital with nothing more than a concussion and the two return to their apartment, where Stephanie is now expected to wait on Terry's every whim, but she has to believe that Terry would do the same if the roles were reversed. Since his accident, Stephanie has calmed a lot, as has Terry. He drinks less and is generally less boisterous. She's contented herself with her life as it is, or so it seems for the moment.