On the way to Barry Sr.'s funeral, Barry lost his wedding ring. It was a temporary loss — the result of him rolling it between his tongue during a flight. Lost in the sea of legs and airplane seats, it would only be found at the end of the flight in someone's backpack a few rows back. Regardless, his wife didn't really mind. She didn't really mind anything. For her, living in the world was numbing. The work that came with taking care of baby Lou, the bills, and just life, in general, was enough to make her want to leave the planet. Barry was an ok husband, but only because he was attractive. He wouldn't get away with his lifestyle if he wasn't. She didn't have space in her mind for her husband and their wedding ring. When the plane touched down in Cincinnati, Barry and his wife met up with Barry's sister, Lonnie. She was a classic Midwestern woman: she bowed her head before dinner, worked way too much, and didn't seem to question much about the world. Unlike Barry's wife, Lonnie believed you shouldn't always give babies what they want. Crying, and discomfort, were necessary. Later, Lonnie, Barry, Barry's wife, and baby Lou went to Barry Sr.'s funeral. They were the only people there except for the priest, and the funeral was quick. No one gave a eulogy. After the funeral, Barry asked about his father's will. Lonnie informed him that their father wrote Barry out of the will. Barry is dumbfounded — Lonnie explained he was not around nearly enough to get anything. Years later, Barry's wife asked for a divorce. After they're apart, she becomes more at ease with life and becomes incredibly close with her daughter Lou. Her life becomes more meaningful — she becomes the dean at a college, has a large house, and spends less time being anxious. But, she's lonely. This, she thinks, is the price to pay for solitude.