Season 9, Episode 196 “Time for change”

“Yet, another month had passed on the lane and things were starting to seem out of sorts, at least from where I’m watching… Lynette’s boys had taken over there old home…” Porter and Preston are cleaning the house from what seemed to be a huge party the night before. “…Jennifer and Steve moved into Karen McCluskey’s house…” Jennifer is seen once again hiding the mysterious box from Steve, after looking at the horrible memories it held. “…They sold their house to a VERY respective buyer…” Julie is unpacking kitchen ornaments while Jordan feeds Sophie a bottle. “…And in the midst of all this, I sit by and watch as another desperate woman prepares to leave her old life and enter into a new one…”

        “Ben! Could you get your butt out here and tell these guys where to put the flat screen before I do!” Renee stood at the door way frustrated as movers walked back and forth without listing to one command. Ben ran outside to try and calm her down. Renee looked over her shoulder to see Ben yelling at the mover and turned completely around with a smile of satisfaction. Renee was enjoying her husband’s angry scene when she saw Bree coming up the street. “Damn!” Renee shouted and headed for the back door. She swung it open and screamed. Gaby was leaning against the frame filing her nails. Looking past Renee Gaby says “I told you she’d make a break for it.” Bree giggled as she came up behind her. “ OK Renee, I didn't believe Gaby but... it’s true you can’t handle goodbyes!” Renee whined and looked at Gaby. “Well she was right, so why do it huh?” Bree looked insulted as Gaby hit Renee in the arm with her file. “I don’t know how you've moved in the past but on the lane you leave with at least one hug.” Gaby said followed by a hug. Renee sighed. “And that’s it right?” She asked. “Yes a hug…” Gaby said. Renee let out a breath of relief. “…And this...” Bree said before holding up a poster board that read “Bon voyage Renee” Renee rolled her eyes. “ Doesn't that mean I’m going on a cruise?” Bree and Gaby looked at each other. Gaby smiled “It’s French.”

        Bree and Gaby were laughing while walking down the street. Bree saw how the Scavo boys have been taking care of the house and shook her head. “Gaby I’ll catch up with you…” Gaby nodded and kept walking. Bree knocked on the door and waited a little till Porter answered. “It’s none of my business Preston but…” He interrupted “I’m Porter.” Bree smiled and nodded in acceptance. When Bree continued to talk, Porter interrupted her once more “Bree…I know what you’re going to say. Truth is… were adults and we bought this house for a cheap price and we can take care of it any way we want…” Bree smiled again. “Porter when you boys were little I took care of you… Do you remember what I did when you knocked over a whole sheet of cookies onto my floor?” Porter winced and shook his head. “No, what did you do?” Bree handed him a basket of muffins. “Here eat these and clean up this house or I will put you over my knee and spank you again, right here on this porch.” Porter began to laugh till he noticed Bree was not. He quickly took the basket. “Thank you…” and he shut the door.

        Gaby walked into the house and saw everyone gathered around her laptop. “Great… Ana, I let Danny and you move in and you take over everything.” Ana stood up and giggled. “Come here Aunt Gaby, Danny made you something.” Gaby sat in front of the screen and saw a website with the name “Gabrielle’s Closet” she was amazed as she scrolled through. “This is what I did in NY Gaby, designing websites for companies.” Danny said as Gaby sat in awe. “What do these numbers down here mean? She asked. “Aunt Gaby, that’s how many people are viewing your site and next to it is how many orders you have.” Ana said pointing everything out. “Wait, I don’t have enough clothes to fill all these orders.” Gaby stated. Danny smiled. “That’s why I took it upon myself to get you started on everything you need to have your very own internet business.” Gaby smiled wider while looking at the site. “Yes, even after a month things are still changing on the lane. But the question that comes to mind is how drastic of a change will it be, and will we learn to live with the outcome?” As Renee’s moving truck pulls away and off the lane, another one pulls into the empty driveway of where Mary Alice Young once lived.