Afterwards Nicki is, predictably, freaking out. "We can't have Margene representing our marriage! Can you imagine Margene, public wife?" Barb isn't any more receptive to Nicki's invitation to a meltdown than she was to Bill's invitation to the convention. Nicki persists: "She doesn't have any of the uppity thing going on that you have that represented us so well in public." Barb neither responds to the compliment nor objects to being called "uppity." She just thinks Nicki's overreacting, and it's out of their hands anyway. This new, defeated Barb is certainly a change, but I hope she doesn't stick around indefinitely.
Out on the compound, Joey is helping Kathy with some tire-gardening in front of the cabin while they quietly talk about how Wanda's doing. Apparently she hasn't slept in four nights. Fortunately, Joey has a plan to deal with this worrisome sign of a relapse: not tell anyone. Because that's worked out so well for them in the past. The only way to improve this plan would be to make Wanda fix all their beverages for them during the next few weeks. Joey takes Kathy's hand and says she's the best thing that could have happened to them. Kathy tells Joey she loves both him and Wanda. Aside from the fact that they're all doomed, it's kind of a sweet moment.
Which is cut short by a segue to the Henrickson backyard, a chaotic scene full of boys literally screaming and throwing things at each other. I notice that Baby Lester is standing up unassisted, which I think is a new development. How quickly they grow when a few months of plot gets spread over nearly two years. Nicki's more concerned with her phone conversation, in which she's trying to convince Wanda to have the party off the compound. "At the banquet room. At the Silver Slipper." Nicki would rather impose a change of venue the day of the event than just say she can't make it? Especially with four small boys in her charge? But no, Nicki is insisting on throwing money at the situation, which after all at this point is becoming more about not letting Alby tell her what to do. Wanda's suspicious about the cost: "Are you in trouble again, Nicki?" she asks cannily. She says that Joey doesn't want Bill to know, and Nicki couldn't agree more. She says she's saved up, and can always save more. Which is true enough, as long as Alby keeps telling her when the all-compound meetings at Juniper Creek are taking place. "I'll make it really nice for you," she promises. Defeated, Wanda lets the phone drop from her ear. Looks like another sleepless night. And let's hope Nicki remembers to hire a bartender.
Sarah and Heather hang out in Heather's bedroom, doing each other's toenails. Rhonda comes in, and they don't exactly give her a warm welcome. And why is that? "You're a rat and a liar," Sarah explains to Rhonda's face. Rhonda tells them that Heather's mom wants Sarah at Rhonda's survivors group, whatever that is. "I'm the linchpin in bringing Old Roman down and ending polygamy forever," Rhonda boasts. I don't think she's lying when she says that; she just believes her own hype. And why wouldn't she? The hype all has that pervasive "Rhonda Is Awesome" theme, which Rhonda has known all her life. Sarah refuses to have anything to do with Rhonda or her survivors group, and leaves the room to pee. "You've burned too many bridges, Rhonda," Heather remarks. And here goes another one, as Rhonda insinuates that Heather's feelings for Sarah might be a bit more than friendly. "I knew women like you from the compound," Rhonda slimes. We don't get to hear about those women, because Heather tells Rhonda to get out. Rhonda is sure she's right, and Heather isn't helping herself with the guilty expression on her face. Even I'm suddenly thinking that Rhonda is onto something. Thank you, Rhonda -- making me hate you wasn't enough, so now you're making me hate myself as well. Rhonda lays it out: she wants Sarah to come help celebrate Rhonda's "indomitable will to survive," and if she doesn't, Rhonda will tell everyone how Heather really feels about Sarah. Overriding Heather's protests, Rhonda adds, "And even if it's not true, everyone will believe it, and you know it." "You're horrible," Heather understates. Oh, and by the way? Rhonda also wants Heather's bedroom. Before Heather can deliver Rhonda a well-deserved kick in the vagina, Sarah returns and spits, "What are you still doing here, rat?" Rhonda sweetly compliments Sarah's toenails and leaves them alone. Sarah is too busy rolling her eyes at Rhonda to wonder why Heather suddenly looks so frightened.