The kids gets in the back and have to sit on the sod Margene's hauling home. Nicki makes things uncomfortable with "Watch out for grubs." That Nicki, she has the gift for setting people on edge for no good reason. Margene is still playing gracious hostess, and she says to Brynne, "I like your skirt! Target?" Brynne replies politely, "No, Gap." Ben then notices how very much alike Brynne's denim-miniskirted legs and Margene's denim-miniskirted legs look. Cue the strains of "My Not-Mom Has Got It Goin' On." And then the drive gets worse as both Ben's not-moms point out that really, he should introduce Brynne to his parents.

At home, Barb's reviewing her will until Ben comes in the door. He sees the other wives heading in the door and sprints out of sight, mumbling a thanks to Margene for the ride as he flees. Nicki announces, "So we met Brynne." Barb's all, "Okay..." and Margene adds, "And she wants to meet you." Barb notes that she's set up three different meetings, and each time, Ben's weaseled out of the meeting. Nicki says -- with surprising empathy for Ben -- "He's probably afraid for you to meet her." Margene is practically bursting with the urge to gossip. She whispers, "They were kissing by the track. Really kissing." Barb gawps for a moment before asking, "Did you say something to him about it?" Nicki seizes the opportunity to say, "No. I'm not sure we share the same values on these things." Margene heads out as Barb explodes again; wife #1 asks wife #2, "What is this really about?"

Nicki finally lays it on the line: "If I die and Bill dies, I doubt your commitment to The Principle. And that's the way I want my children raised, pure and simple." Because...they're not going to be handicapped enough from being raised by someone who styles them like Little Lord Fauntleroy? And then Nicki reveals what this is really about: her searing resentment over Barb's job: "The only reason you're able to go off and work is because you have me and Margie here as backstops. I know you hate to hear this, but women are designed to tend to the chicks in the nest, while men go out early to gather worms. Women go out to gather worms, who will take care of the chicks?" The men back at the nest? I'm just saying -- the logical flaw in Nicki's argument is that it doesn't explain why that possibility is invalid. Barb, however, fights fallacy with vague rebuttal: "That's just not the world we live in." Nicki replies, "It's the world we should live in. One mother can't do it alone. It really does take a village, Barb."