From across the street, Lou sees the kids squatting and points them out to the new, younger model of Reverend -- none of the Camden you hate, with all of the Lord you have to love. There's another Cam kid, who married a rabbi's daughter and lives in Florida, or something. Rev Lite is all, wow, five kids. No, actually, it's seven. There's the nightmare twins, and then someone's boyfriend lives with them, too. New Father is all, what's the mother like? Ohh. Lou has an opinion on this: "Everybody loooves Annie!" The way he says it, though? Makes it sound like he really means the opposite.
Cecilia and Frenchie come up on the scene. She introduces Lucy and Ruthie to Marc, who squats down on the sidewalk with them. As is the American custom. They all duck-walk away from the scene, with Old Guy and Rev Lite watching. Lou says the Camden kids are "basically great kids." Except they're all nuts. "Let's just say that being in the spotlight has isolated them in the spotlight." Rev Lite looks horrified, aghast, shocked, and that he's throwing up in his mouth a little. I know that look. I see it in the mirror.
Robbie unloads the washing machine, and SuperMom is all, "The others are supposed to be helping out, too." There are others? What, she has other husbands? Other random boyfriends living in the house? Does she mean her gaggle of offspring? They're all at the Promenade, fucking off -- don't emasculate this guy any more by interfering his witless random chores! SuperMom is all, isn't it time to date again? The only one he wants is Roxanne, and that's a problem for Lucy. SuperMom is all, GO FOR IT. Live in her parents' house. A little bell rings -- it's RevCam. There's a shot of the twins laboriously folding towels, and SuperMom points a finger at them and says, "You stay with Robbie," and is off to tend to her hubby. The twins don't even look up. Hey, are the twins human? Seriously, it's hard to tell. Are they zombies? Write to me at email@example.com and tell me.
RevCam, sprawled out on the couch, asks for his computer so he can do some writing. Annie is all, oh, sure, it's in the kitchen cabinet. Hidden. He's all, when did my computer get from the church over to here? Oh, she can't remember. Between feeding and washing the brood and shopping and laundry and popping out pups, she forgot. She didn't want him to work on his sermons and get all worked up. Hey, are the Camdens Baptist? Seriously, I don't know. The twins lumber up wordlessly, then start to sing. Jesus loves them. This they know. Hey, you know what? The twins are not human. Kids don't do that. They don't just run up and sing the same song over and over again. And they don't fold towels voluntarily. I'm freaked out now. ["I don't know about the towels thing, and I'm pretty sure the twins aren't of human origin, but I'm here to testify that they do the singing thing. The esteemed Mr. Stupidhead drove the rest of the family batshit crazy singing the theme song from Pinwheel over and over again for, like, a year. To this day we can't stand to hear it. You'd think after five other kids that RevCam would be immune to that by now, but I feel his pain intimately. Aaaaanyway." -- Sars] RevCam is all, please kill me, and Annie waggles her eyebrows and blinks a lot at him, then goes off to answer the doorbell.