Bill's entertaining family in his office. Or rather, since it's his brother Joey and his mother Lois, they're entertaining us. Joey's catching everyone up on the last two weeks of Alby's story -- or, more accurately, the last two weeks' worth of Alby-related rumors. Which, given the nature of where they're coming from, are legion. Joey has heard that Alby was moved to a private clinic, that he had a kidney transplant, that he died on the operating table, and all that. Bill's astute enough to not buy any of it, even distracted as he is by the way his mom keeps checking her watch. Joey's stressed out because Wanda is going to be questioned at a "good and welfare meeting" at the Juniper Creek compound. I'm not sure what a good and welfare meeting is, but I suspect it's the opposite of what it sounds like. Bill assures Joey that Roman's just bluffing, trying to look like he's in control of the compound and show that there's no serial poisoner on the loose. "How is Wanda?" he asks in an amusing "speaking of which" tone of voice. Lois volunteers that Wanda needs to be locked up. Joey assures Bill that Wanda isn't as prolific a poisoner as one might fear. "Besides Dad and Alby? Just once," he assures Bill. Well, that's a relief. Her first victim was a boss in Phoenix who fired Joey, and, in Joey's quaint turn of phrase, "She got after him." Indeed. "But I brought her home, and with vitamins and exercise she was better," Joey insists. Leaving aside the question for now of just how much help Wanda needs, Bill doesn't think that any of them is in a position to be implicated as accessories after the fact to attempted murder. "[Alby's] kidneys could still fail," Lois remarks, as if to assure them that they might not have to worry for much longer about the "attempted" part, at least.
Barb drives Sarah home, and just the effort of this little outing seems to have left her drained. Sarah offers that she doesn't think everybody knows, or even cares, about their family's little secret. They're about to get out of the car, but Barb's on what counts as a roll for her these days, and she wants to have a little talk first. She says how much it hurts when she remembers Sarah's face at the ceremony. Hey, it could have been worse: the other wives and the rest of the kids could have been there as well. Sarah blows it off: "I already get called 'pliggy' every day at work." Ouch. She gives a rueful little smile that does little to lighten the moment. Barb insists that she doesn't want her own choices to ruin Sarah's life. She starts going on about Sarah's options, and college, and the future, and blah blah blah let's fix this right now so I can have one thing under control again, but Sarah tells Barb not to worry about her. "You need to do what you need to do." Barb nods determinedly, taking those words to heart. But not as much as she will later.