California is just too damn expensive, but then again, so is a Coach purse. Molly needs to feel better. Molly shops to feel better. Molly buys another Coach purse to feel better about not being a homeowner. Molly spends $328 on a purse and tells Mom, "Oh, once you have one of these, Mom, all you will want are Coach purses."

Molly gets home from shopping. Bryce asks, "What'd you buy?"

Molly lifts the Coach out of the bag. The bag is in shades of brown and has the trademark 'C' all over the inner lining.

"How much was that?" Bryce asks.

Molly suppresses a giggle. There is a slight lean to her mouth and a raised eyebrow that tells Bryce she is not excited to tell him the price, but she still has pleasure in doing so.

"C'mon, how much, Molly?" Bryce inquires again.

"Three hundred and twenty-eight."

Bryce is having a hard time being polite.

"Three hundred and twenty-eight dollars?"

A guilty smile and a small nod accompany Molly's, "Mm hmm."

Bryce doesn't know where to start, so he doesn't. There are so many reasons this is wrong, disgusting, and sad. All he can muster is, "That's ridiculous."

The words consumerism, materialism, greed, lust, and Californication come to Bryce's mind. He thinks a little more and 'therapy' comes into his mind. Is this beyond 'therapy'? There must be something that can reverse this, like the Rogaine for shoppers and spenders. Whatever it is, it needs to be more powerful than everyone in Molly's immediate family telling her that the Coach purse is not going to make her feel better or solve anything.

Bryce realizes aCoach purse does solve something, the problem of being a homeowner; it just doesn't make that an option.