The phone rings some more and Barb is getting very interested in it, so Nicki pulls out the weapon of last resort: she kisses Barb goodbye on the cheek and makes nice. Barb flees. The phone rings again, and Nicki bellows into it, "She's not here!" Cue Roman's voice on the other end: "Nicolette? Is that you?" D'oh!
Barb flies through her house, Teeny dogging her steps, and as she opens the front door, she lets out a yell because Carl the Accountant Neighbor is right there. He awkwardly says, "Ding-dong," and re-introduces himself. Barb's switching gears...which is right when the robe-clad Margene shows up. I swear, why did Bill bother buying three houses when only two of them get any use? Carl eyes Margene and Barb says a little too awkwardly, "Margene! From next door. Baby-sits for us." Margene's face falls when she hears this introduction, because I guess that whole "let's keep it on the down-low around the neighbors" credo Bill was spouting only applies to his other third wife? Carl tries to make nice by asking if the baby is Barb's, but Margene says, "He's mine." If ever anyone were cut out for a life of cover stories and discretions, it's not Margene.
Anyway, Carl says he's looking for Bill, and Margene speaks up with, "He's at work," and clearly, someone needs to sit her down and explain the need to stay consistent with cover stories and behaviors, because Barb's glare just isn't cutting it. The upshot is, Carl has a question to ask Bill about Nicki, but he'd rather talk to him man-to-man. The minute Carl goes, Barb turns around and looks at Margene, saying with a little dread, "He knows something." Margene looks puzzled. Did she think Bill's elaborate morning and evening routines were because he adores complications? Anyway, Barb heads off, muttering about how those Juniper Creek party attendees must have tipped everyone off. After she goes, Margene says to her infant, "Hi! I'm the babysitter!" Well, you're certainly acting adolescent.