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?
The next morning, Barb gets ready to go to Juniper Creek solo for the first time. Hair in the patented "don't fuck with Barb Henrickson" ponytail? Check. Purse? Check. Hard-boiled egg from the fridge, wrapped in a napkin and stuffed in her purse for a snack? Weird, but check. Banana? Check. Giant jug of Advil? Check. Next time she should hold out for some Vicodin.
Lois brings Joey Jr. in his car seat into her cabin, so busy cooing over him that of the two of them, the baby is the first one to notice that her place has been thoroughly tossed. Frank comes out through the hallway carrying a heavy old tackle box, saying he's "conducting an audit." There's nothing more valuable in the tackle box than Lois's old severed braid, which is looking almost as desiccated as Lois herself these days. Lois snatches it out of Frank's hands, not for the first time, I'm sure. Frank demands a gander at Lois's bank records. Lois says she doesn't even have a bank, which doesn't help Frank's mood. "Then where're you hiding all the dough, huh?" he asks. He turns back to the kitchen cabinets, going right to the one -- in fact, the very shelf -- containing all the canned peas. Behind his back, Lois looks pretty nervous. "I'm warning you," she says, trying to sound tough as his slimy old fingers slide around among the peas. But he lands on a can of pineapple slices instead, probably because he's too lazy to find and operate a can opener. He pops the top off the pineapples and grossly licks the inside of the lid, deciding to let it go for now. "Where'd you get that thing?" he wonders, pointing at Joey Jr. Lois introduces him to his grandson. Frank isn't exactly moved, and gets back to the subject at hand, namely Lois's business dealings. He's been doing some more snooping. "Turns out your brother, the cocksucker? He left Canada under some truly suspicious circumstances," Frank remarks. Lois snottily calls Frank "Mr. Perry Mason," and the open mocking finally sets him off. He grabs her -- right in front of the baby, mind you -- and says, "You're going to tell me where the loot is or I'm going to beat you to kingdom come!" Lois whimpers helplessly, which is really not her style.