What if Nancy's wish had come true? What if the "right" parent had died? How would the story have gone if Nancy was dead and Judah was left to raise Silas and Shane?

Disclaimer: (applies to whole story) Well… I don't own anything. That is actually not true. I own a horse, a bicycle, a laptop, and more books that I know what to do with. Just not Weeds. Too bad : (

Judah picked up the phone and dialed for his wife.

"Nancy's phone, I'm not here right now, please leave a message" was the unsatisfying reply. Judah sighed. I shouldn't have yelled at her, he thought. He hung up the phone and turned to leave. She will be back. They always come back, he thought. Then, he turned off the lights and went upstairs to go to bed.


Nancy turned over to look at her alarm clock. 6:17 a.m. Thirteen minutes until she had to be up. She had to shower, take the kids to school, go to a PTA meeting, pick up the dry cleaning, and come back home in time to make dinner. She shuddered. How can this be my life? Every day, the same mundane, boring things to do. How did I end up here?

Nancy reached over to wake up Judah, but found his side of the bed empty, as usual. Judah didn't like to participate in "family mornings". He was out of the house before 6:30 most days. Off to work, leaving Nancy to deal with the kids and the house. He would be home at 5:00.

Nancy felt suddenly angry. Why does Judah always just skip out on helping around the house? He never drives Silas or Shane to school; he never does the grocery shopping; why is that all my job? She jumped out of bed and ran downstairs in a bit of a state.

"Morning honey!" said Judah from the table, where he sat drinking a cup of coffee and flipping through the Agrestic Daily Journal.

"We need to talk," replied Nancy.


"I think that you should be around the house more. I do all of the work, and you aren't ever around."

"That's not true! I spend a lot of time here, with you and the kids. Where is this coming from?"

"You don't do anything to help me, you just hang around and watch TV when you are at home. I do everything for this family, and I'm sick of it." Nancy's voice rose, she was becoming aggravated.

"Do you really believe that? I go to work every day so that we can afford this house, and so we can send our kids to school and to karate and to summer camp. I do plenty for this family, and for you. Who pays for those stupid yoga classes every week? I don't see you out there making money!" Judah also grew more and more frustrated.

"Don't act like you are some kind of hero."

"Oh really? You ungrateful little bitch! You don't appreciate anything I do for you!" Judah was officially letting loose.

"You know what? I don't need this. I'm leaving! You can deal with everything on your own!" said Nancy, and she turned towards the door. It was then that she noticed Silas standing quietly and the foot of the stairs, his face completely shocked. Nancy stormed past him and out the door.

"It's okay. She will come back. Don't worry. Why don't you go wake up your brother?" said Judah to Silas.

"I don't know. She seemed pretty mad," said Silas uncertainly, before going back upstairs.

"And hurry up! I need to drive you both to school and I can't be late for work!" shouted Judah after him.


Nancy's Range Rover sped along the highway. She didn't bother to check her speed, although she knew she was over the speed limit. She didn't care. She had to get out. She had to get out of Agrestic, out of her life.

What she didn't notice was the green tractor-trailer that was headed directly for her. At least, she didn't see until it was too late…