Mrs. Garret is standing outside the Gem, leaning on a big pile of whitened bones, when Richardson comes out, eyes still downcast. She's sent him in to find Trixie, and he tells her he's learned Trixie's over at the hardware store. She asks if he'll take her over there, and if he has time. "Yes," he mumbles humbly. "I only have the stew to mop before lunch." They head down the thoroughfare, and Mrs. G realizes she's made off with one of the bones. Actually, I think it's buck antlers, not bones. She's wondering what to do with it when Richardson breaks the silence, saying, "I like you." Aw, damn. Don't make Richardson creepy! Please! I guess it's too late, because when Mrs. Garret thanks him, he says, in an even creepier voice, "You're purdy..." Come ON. I loved Richardson before, and now he's ruined. I like my local color with an inbred vibe, not a molester vibe! Mrs. G thanks him once more, though she is clearly disgusted, and says that's all either of them ever needs to say on the subject, ever again. Ever.
They arrive at the hardware store and she dismisses Richardson with a few coins. Inside, Trixie is trying to balance two columns of figures, and it's not working out too well. She exclaims in rage over the accounts as Mrs. Garret walks in. Bullock, who is there working with Sol, looks so surprised, he doesn't have time to clench. Mrs. G asks Trixie to step outside for a private word, and the two of them go onto the porch. Trixie lights a cigarette and gets right to the point. "You knocked up?" she asks. Mrs. Garret looks at her in surprise, wondering why she'd ask that question. Trixie says she figures Mrs. G wouldn't have come straight to the hardware store, so she must have gone first to the Gem "that you've never once stepped foot in." Mrs. Garret says yes, she sent in Richardson. Trixie jokes that hanging out with Richardson opens the possibility that Mrs. G has only been puking because of the company she keeps. Mrs. Garret then says out loud that she thinks she's pregnant.