Yet, yet again, as the wedding unfolds, a harmonious ripple with Smoky Robinson’s echo of 'More Love,' the tapestry of time weaves an interruption, a figure named Maxwell emerging, proclaiming that Clarence, oh Clarence, is the father of his soul, the widowed Roscoe Carrington III, the once-great architect of Roscoe's House of Ribs and French Toast, who drifts, lost, in the fabric of 1938, believing Roosevelt reigns supreme.