Ecklie and Vartann then head over to Mrs. Vivoldi, who is what used to be called "a real pip." She explains, "I'd just finished lunch with the girls. We say 'girls,' but we're, you know, women." Ecklie gives Vartann a half-amused look. "I don't find being called a girl derogatory," Mrs. Vivoldi coos at Vartann. He's all, "Ah. Heh. And?" She continues, "I walking to the car. The SUV. A gift from Oscar. Thirty years with the same man." "Congratulations," Ecklie says unctuously. She beams: "Thank you. Are you married?" All pretenses of charm flee as Ecklie spits, "Divorced." Mrs. Vivoldi then seizes the opportunity to ask Vartann. He totally dodges the question, and steers Mrs. Vivoldi back on track.
To make a long flashback short, she totally ended up stepping in the blood that presumably pooled under Billmeyer's head. She's now got blood all over one of her equestrian-themed loafers (it's supposed to evoke Hermes, I think). Ecklie coaxes her out of them with, "We'll get 'em back to you. Even wash off the blood."
Back at the Labitrail, Paula's mom is going through the usual rambly, shock-filled monologue, finishing with, "She shouldn't have been in a boy's room!" The camera pans away from her, over Sara's back, and then...to Trip's mom, who's insisting, "Trip was a serious athlete. He would never sleep around the night before --" "Sleep around! Lady, have you READ I Am Charlotte Simmons? That's all collegiate basketball players do! It's not like they can fill their free time with reading!" Paula's mom shoots back. More or less. Considerably less. By the way, whose bright idea was it to have both sets of grieving parents in the same room? Because Trip's dad just called Paula a tramp, and I'm sure that's what every bereaved parent wants to hear -- that their daughter was a whore. And I'm sure many people would actually be mortified that all their decency flew out the window while they were reeling from grief. At least, I hope that's the case. Anyway, this scene is just so stupid, I can't bear it.