Margene has taken it upon herself to call Cindy, as part of her new ongoing initiative to try wading in and fixing things that are out of her depth. Grooming Kim Lee for what I'm sure is some Asian adoptee pageant or something, Cindy shoos the girl out of the room and tells Margene, "What happens between my sister and me stays in Vegas." Okay, so now that expression is so over that even square San Antonio LDS soccer moms don't even have to say the whole thing. Margene insists that it is her business, and that she and Cindy are sisters-in-law. "We most certainly are not," Cindy scoffs. Margene says that Barb needs her sister right now, and goes on about how much she, Margene, loves Barb. "How old are you, sweetheart?" Cindy asks. Margene fails to understand the relevance, as is the province of the young. Cindy clarifies: "This isn't junior high, and these aren't your little sleep-over girlfriends. Grow up and never ever call my house again." Cindy hangs up. Aw, poor Barb, not getting to have that horrible, horrible person in her life.