Sol says that despite her verbal abuse, he sure is enjoying her being there. "Although," he adds, "I also wouldn't mind getting fucked." She tells him angrily that as soon as she can figure out the accounting, he'll have his wish. "The correct answer in each instance," he quickly responds, "is $127.49."

She doesn't have too much time to get mad at his cheating, because Mrs. G knocks at the door. Trixe goes to let her in, saying, "I was coming to you, once I'd done these columns and...fucked a friend." She asks Mrs. G if anyone else had looked in on her today. Mrs. Garret smiles and says yes, Doc had come by. Trixie lights a cigarette, and asks how Doc's visit went. "I am as we thought," Alma tells her. Which...I am not sure how possible it was to determine a pregnancy from a pelvic exam in 1870, but whatever. I ain't a doctor.

Trixie wants to know what Mrs. G is going to do now. Mrs. G tells her that Doc said she would have most likely have an uneventful course, "though not without difficulties." Trixie: "I love how they put it." Mrs. G: "Well, that's my formulation." Trixie wants to know if "formulation" means "plan." Alma says that her plan at the moment is to watch and wait. Taking another drag, Trixie decides to make this friendship a bit less one-sided. "I couldn't help noticin', Trixie," she says, playfully mocking Mrs. G, "you're occupied now at the hardware store." She then answers as herself: "Yes, Alma, I am. I'm spending time at Bullock and Star's, learnin' to do accounts." Mrs. Garret wins me back over when she smiles and says sincerely that she's delighted. "Though," Trixie cuts in, "I'm also fuckin' one of the owners." The two women share a girly moment, laughing, and Mrs. G says she's delighted about that, as well.

She asks Trixie for a puff of her cigarette, and suddenly my inner Stockard Channing kicks in, singing: "Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee, lousy with a pregnancy! Won't go to bed with a man 'less he's wed! I can't, I'm Mrs. GEEEEEEEE!" Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week. Try the peaches. Tip your whores.

Trixie asks her if she's ever smoked before. Mrs. G proves that she hasn't when she takes a small drag and chokes on it. It's cute. She turns to leave and Trixie stops her at the door, saying "congratulations." They can't really look each other in the eye over this, but it's still sweet.