Oh, no. The CamRents are fighting again, and I think the only alcohol we have in the house is Amaretto. I wonder how that would taste with Diet Pepsi. RevCam says something about learning to communicate better, which must be only the fiftieth time he's said that in the past few weeks. Annie could use that as an opening to communicate, you know, with him, but she'd rather go on trying to pick a fight by saying things like, "Maybe if I take hormones, everything will go back to normal." When Eric claims he didn't say that, Annie whines, "But you wanted me to." No, Annie, communication! Please? The CamRents agree that they should fight in ways that are "more productive and friendly." Whatever. I really wish Annie wouldn't say that RevCam was right to give her advice about her teaching dilemma. Now he'll never stop doing it. To be fair, he'll probably never stop butting in anyway, but at least she might try to avoid encouraging him. He promises he'll stay out of the "school thing," but you know he's lying. Annie promises to be nicer, but it's a pretty sure bet she's not exactly being honest either. I make a mental note to stock up on vodka before the next episode rolls around.
There's a knock on the back door. RevCam tells Annie to answer it. I think we're supposed to think he's being supportive, since the visitor is little Christy Parks, but since he didn't know that when he told Annie to "go on" and open the door, it just comes off as him ordering her around. So, answering doors is a woman's job? Okay, got it. Christy's parents have been fighting again, and she "just can't take it anymore." She wants to stay at the CamPound. Annie undoes weeks and weeks of fighting for her independence by mouthing the word "help" to Eric. I find it necessary to curl up into the fetal position and cry for about three hours.