Well, those bawdy Buchanans weren’t displace from their mansion for long, were they? The only thing funnier than all of the Bukes showing up on Viki’s doorstep needing a place to sleep, is having them back at the Buchanan mansion sharing living space with Dorian and David. Hey, David and Dorian aren’t going to walk away that easily, especially since Dorian took the time to give the house a new name. How do you think Asa would like his manly-man mansion renamed La Fleurie? LOL!
It certainly was par for the course to have the DNA testing of David and the Buchanans turn into a major fiasco. Just think; this time it actually was a computer problem that caused the mix-up and not some insane citizen trying to mess with everyone’s head.
So, David and Dorian refuse to budge because they are convinced that David is Asa’s son, when the lab technician comes in and tells everyone that Rex is David’s son. Can you blame Dorian for not taking that at face value? Bo has the nasty task of telling Rex that he is David’s son and in the next minute, OOPS, here comes the lab guy again to revise the results of the test. And whaddya know? It turns out that David not only isn’t Asa’s son, but he is Bo’s son. Holy Cow! It didn’t take Bo long to backtrack in his mind to the night before he left for Vietnam 40 years ago and although he doesn’t remember her name, he does remember sleeping with a young woman who we know was Emma Bradley, David’s momma. Could this storyline get any more contrived? Now we know that David is on his way out of Llanview again, so what’s next?
When David is not being his usual nutty self, asking Bo to go fishing with him or fix his parking tickets, he is having quite the conflict of conscience. David is dealing with the fact that not only does he have a new father, but also Bo is a man he respects and probably wishes had raised him. David calls upon Viki, whose reaction when she hears that he is Bo’s son is a hysterical, “You’re what?!” David turns to Viki to help sort out his life because now that he’s a Buchanan, he doesn’t even know what he wants to do with that fact. Wouldn’t Dorian be just tickled pink to find out that David turned to Viki for advice?
Hooray, we are finally rid of Vanessa. Thank goodness for small favors. Vanessa is lucky that Ray was smart enough not to cut her into ribbons with that knife because he sure wanted to. And while Lola, Tea and Cristian stood by, Vanessa had to admit that she set Ray up and framed him for killing his wife. Of course she says that she didn’t do the deed and that it had to be an intruder, but who cares what she says anyway? And there stood poor Cristian at the police station, brooding because he stupidly fell in love with Vanessa and was blinded to the fact that she is a vicious gold digger who has bilked lots of money out of poor, dumb men like Cristian many times before. Can you tell I don’t have an ounce of sympathy for him? He could have at least had the decency to say something about having given up Sarah and a nice, loving relationship for a witch like Vanessa, but he’ll brood for about a year before he decides to wake up.
Tea deserved a lot worse than the chewing out she got from Antonio for betraying the Vegas the way she did. She is not responsible for Cristian’s stupidity, but she is very responsible for even letting the Vegas believe that Vanessa was a person worth helping and for knowing just how to work Cristian so that he would marry Vanessa. I’d like to see Carlotta get a hold of Tea and give her a piece of her mind.
Okay, I already can’t stand Gigi’s sister, Stacey, but you could have guessed that, right? I was hoping that while we were still dealing with the likes of Todd and Tea and their slimy, manipulative ways, we would have enough vermin to deal with. BUT NO! Now we have little sister Stacey who I am thinking could be the Bonnie to Todd’s Clyde. She doesn’t have a care in the world when it comes to manipulating every situation around her to get what she wants. It was very clear what we had to look forward to with Stacey when Gigi told Marcie that Stacey has always wanted whatever she had. Ooh, jealousy among sisters; not a good thing.
So Stacey continues her romp through Llanview and her sister’s life by playing Florence Nightingale when she hears Rex having a nightmare. She heads for his bedroom (in Gigi’s absence of course) in her underwear to comfort Rex. I guess she didn’t think she could be as effective if she left the door open so she just walks in and closes it behind her. She has nothing but impure intentions when she sits on the bed to comfort Rex, just in time for Gigi to come in and find her with her hands on Rex. This girl is a piece of work. And then we have poor, cute, innocent Office Oliver Fish, who gave up Layla because he thought one night of mad sex in Gigi’s living room meant a lifelong relationship with Stacey. Stacey didn’t waste any time telling him that he was nothing more than a one-night stand and that he meant nothing to her. Gigi overhears the whole thing and Stacey couldn’t care less what her sister think of her behavior.
Of course Stacey is in this to get whatever she can so it is now surprise that she shows up at Rodi’s and expects Gigi to feed her for free. Gigi sends her over to the café to get herself a job, which turns Stacey’s stomach like a bad cast of salmonella. How much is Gigi going to let her sister get away with before she kicks her to the curb? And now we find out that Schuyler knows Stacey. What’s with that?
Things are slightly more peaceful between Jessica and Natalie. Jessica made a plea to Natalie that they work on their relationship in the hopes that they can one day be loving sisters again. Natalie wants that, too, on some level, but she is determined to find out the truth about the night the baby was born and when that comes out, I can’t imagine what the fallout will be.