Cut to Barb prepping her house for the photog from the Salt Lake City Tribune. The minute the guy arrives, she feigns having forgotten about the appointment. Damn, Nicki was right! Barb does lie well, and frequently. The photographer wants to shoot in the kitchen -- "that's where most families really live" -- but Barb steers him to the dining room, as then there is no risk of him checking out the back yard. The photographer comments on how enormous the table is, and Barb babbles nervously, "We do a lot of hobbies here -- model ships, planes, cars, puzzles…busy, you know?" Teeny comes down then and gets sent back to get Ben and Sarah.

Alerted by the flashes of light coming through the blinds, Nicki decides it's time to assume the mantle of Enforcer Wife yet again.

We go to the living room, where Barb is surrounded by her three lovely and remarkably well-groomed children. Things are going swimmingly until Nicki slides open the pocket door separating the dining room from the kitchen and comes in with the boys. The photographer asks, "Hey! Who are these little guys?" Barb is wearing an expression that suggests they're the spawn of an unholy succubus. Whom, of course, she loves. She told Margene so, remember? Barb introduces her neighbor Nicki and the two sons. Wayne asks adenoidally, "Aren't we going to be in the picture, Barbara." The photographer says kindly, "This is just for family, little guy." Nicki just stands there silently. Awkward. And also, kind of mordantly funny, coming as it does on the heels of the Aren't-we-great-with-all-our-progress talk.