Margene's a daughter of the sod now. Rhonda watches her wrestle the swatches of grass onto the plot with the detached expression of a bored housecat. In the background, Adaleen is rattling off instructions abut Rhonda's care and feeding in a way that clearly expresses how very not adult Rhonda is. The most recent bride of Roman comes into Nicki's kitchen and says, "It smells like cat." "Do you have cats?" Adaleen asks. Nicki says she does not, but Rhonda's not going to let any pesky fact-based assertions stand in her way: "I smell cat." Then she looks at Nicki's tomatoes and says, "You should keep them in the refrigerator. They can develop bacteria." "I most certainly will not! A tomato can lose its aroma and flavor after just 40 minutes in the fridge!" Nicki does not reply. Rhonda then asks if Sarah's home and Nicki says absently, "I don't think so." "Why don't I go and see?" Rhonda replies. Nicki asks, "Why don't you go upstairs and unpack?" Rhonda pointedly makes a show of ignoring that question and heads out the door. Well, when you're raised on a freakish child-marrying cult compound, I guess you have to channel your rebellious adolescent impulses wherever you can. Before she goes, however, she imperiously asks Adaleen if she remembered to take her vitamins, adding slowly, "'Cause you forget."

After Rhonda flounces out, Nicki says, "I don't know how you deal with her." Adaleen replies calmly, "I love her, and we're all equals, but last night I did dream I was trying to push her out the car door while driving at a pretty quick clip." Remember, these are the values Nicki wants her children to embrace. Speaking of which...she asks Adaleen to be the legal guardian of her children. Adaleen quickly, matter-of-factly replies, "Certainly not. Your children go to your sister-wives. You know that." Nicki protests that she doubts Barb will continue to live The Principle, and Adaleen asks, "What about Marlene?" "Margene," Nicki corrects her, before adding that she's not an option. Adaleen says in a steely voice, "Work it out. Be happy. You were always such a happy baby." Nicki smiles a little at this evidence that her mother paid that kind of attention to her, and then Adaleen completely atomizes that fond notion with, "Actually, no, that was Christa." Nicki visibly slumps. Adaleen takes off, shrugging about Rhonda's prospects, "I don't know how she'll do. She's no Roma Downey." Curiously enough, this does not constitute a ringing endorsement for Rhonda's mad thespian skillz.