I'm interrupted in the process of refilling my bird feeders by some guys from the Internal Revenue Service. They are inquiring about Scott's taxes. They ask me if I helped him with them and I say yes, I looked them over because I know a lot about taxes, but I didn't actually do them, or serve in any official capacity.

The two IRS guys, myself, Scott, Natasha and Alona sit at a big table in the dining room. They seem friendly, and talk to Alona. They start studying Scott's tax forms and they notice a $100 deduction for Child Care, which obviously isn't legitimate because he has no children. I ask Scott, as means of cover, if that was for that time he was taking care of somebody else's kids and something came up so he had to have Day Care for them for a couple days. But I remember the truth of the matter, which is that we decided he should take the $100 deduction for care of his cat.