Rita signs up to Facebook and is over the moon when one of her old
school friends gets in touch. Then she gets another message from the
past which doesn’t cheer her at all. It’s from Jenny Bradley, reaching out across the cybernetwebdotcom. Rita goes to meet her in the park, and Jenny makes out she’s doing fine, living in a flat by the Quays and has fully recovered from her breakdown. But it’s clear she’s still on shaky ground, both accommodation-wise and mentally too. She’s really living in a nasty hostel and when Rita finds out she gathers her up in a taxi and takes her back home to her flat. “I’ve come to take you home, sweetheart,” Rita coos. When the taxi arrives on the cobbles with Rita and Jenny on the back seat, the whole of Weatherfield is Not Best Pleased. Sophie, Kev and Sally are furious with Rita and Norris thinks she’s gone and lost her marbles too. It’s only little Jack who raises a hand in a welcome wave as Jenny sets foot on the Street. Kev asks for a word, quick sharp, with Jenny and the two of them have a heart-to-heart, much to Anna’s disdain. Over Kev’s kitchen table, he remembers his dead son – the one he forgot last time Jenny was around. A tentative bond is forged between Jenny and Kev, but Sophie flounces out and wants nowt to do with her. “I thought you were supposed to be a Christian?” Kev reminds his daughter. Indeed.
Carla’s still in hospital covered in bruises and fresh mascara. Steph goes to visit her and tells her about Jamie and his mate, how they were looking for her in the Bistro, not Carla. “You’re very strong,” she tells Carla. “It’s all smoke and mirrors,” Carla replies. And just a bit of lippy.
As if Kevin hasn’t got enough on his plate, Anna wants him to sack Phelan from the garage job, but he won’t. Phelan’s a good worker, and Kev knows the value in having him around. Anna hasn’t yet told Kevin everything he needs to know about Phelan – about how she prostituted herself to pay off Owen’s debt. Gary’s back this week and isn’t too happy to see Phelan again. He throws himself at Phelan by the garage, trying to give him a good kicking. Phelan cries out, so everyone can hear: “Don’t hit me, Gary! Not again!” and pretends Gary bashed him up badly last time around. Ooh, he’s a slippery one, that Phelan.