Back home, Margene ventures into the neutral yard territory between her and Barb's houses, and announces that she isn't going shopping. "If you have something you want to say to me, you can tell me right now," she calls with nervous bravado to Barb's house. Barb comes out on her own back porch, dressed to go and carrying her purse, saying they'll pick out a sweater for Bill. Margene apologizes for disrupting Barb's "book thing" and promises to be stricter with Ben, saying she wants Ben to get into the Academy too. "I'm sorry. There. The end," she says, which never, ever works. Especially in this case, when Barb hasn't even gotten into what's really bugging her. Margene asks if it was the phone call thing, referring to Barb's sister. "What phone call thing?" Barb asks, advancing. "Nothing! I'm not gonna go. I'm not going. Is it the sprinkler thing?" Margene backpedals. She finally gets Barb to say what's really on her mind, which is that Barb thinks Margene's relationship with Ben is "inappropriate." Oh, come on, what could be inappropriate about a teenage boy spending time with his dad's hot, twentysomething third wife? Barb tries to act like anyone but herself might think that, asking how Margene thinks it looks to outsiders. Margene starts to get it, and she's kind of horrified. But then she asks if Barb thinks that too. Barb foolishly says nothing, and now Margene is hurt, and seriously pissed. "You're wrong! And you're gross!" Margene wails. Barb just wants to get to the mall. Good idea. Hash this out at the food court. Margene adds, "And the sweater was my idea, not yours! Just like the nursery. Knit your own sweater, Boss Lady!" And she turns and storms back inside, locking the sliding glass door behind her before Barb in her high heels can catch up. Barb stands there for a moment, at a loss. She starts heading back to her own house, where Wayne is calling her. Barb tells him to get back inside, and Margene takes advantage of this distraction to hurl all of the decorating stuff onto the sidewalk and the grass, including the jug of yellow paint, which breaks open and spatters all over the lawn. Barb looks horrified. I can't believe she's going with the blue, she thinks.