After dinner, Margene's with her mom in her kitchen, asking how she likes Nicki and Barb. "They're okay," Ginger admits, not picking up on how important it is to Margene. What's really on her mind is how well Margene's done for herself. "Got the handsome husband, the kids, the house, the pool, your figure…the whole nine yards. I tip my hat to you, honey." Ginger's choking back tears as she says it, and they're not entirely happy tears. There's more than a little defeat in her manner, which of course is just what you want to see when your mom's telling you she's proud of you. Margene thanks her, and says they all liked her too. They hug goodnight.

Bill and Nicki come inside, returning stuff from outside to Margene's kitchen. You think with all the meals they have in the communal back yard, they lose track of what goes inside which house? Or care? Margene, still aglow from her mom's approval, says she wants to put off telling her the truth, at least during this visit. "It isn't the right time," she dissembles, of course meaning that her mom's being proud of her isn't something she's eager to end. Nicki tells her they have to tell Ginger sometime, and Margene admits to some worry about not being accepted. Bill says that's not really up to them, but Ginger deserves to know the truth. Barb has entered the house as well, just in time to hear Bill sadly say, "Whatever you do, I love you, Margie." He leaves the room, and Margene takes Bill's statement as license to announce that they'll tell Ginger next time. And that'll only be, what, another three or four years? If all goes well, Ginger will be dead by then anyway.

Ginger is in her guest bedroom, which in this case appears to be one of the many nurseries that keep popping up in Margene's house. Hung from the closet door is this god-awful blouse with actual blinking lights on it. She runs a quick test-blink before moving on with her bedtime routine, which also involves curlers in her hair and crappy disco music playing softly from a little boom box. She pulls out one of her big old cigarettes and lights up, right there in the nursery. Although I should point out that she's almost all the way to the window before the puffing commences. She cranks it open and waves the smoke out into the night. That's when she is horrified to see Bill in the yard below, leaning over the temporary fence and giving Barb a very marital smooch before returning to Margene's house. He's got a pretty smug look on his face right now.

And for good reason, because then there's a totally gratuitous little scene of Bill and Margene fucking on her dresser. "Happy?" he asks. "The whole…nine…yards," Margene gasps, and Bill throws them both onto the bed as they continue. Nine yards? She doesn't ask for much, does she?