She drives by Gabby's place, where she's in slinky jammies and Carlos is getting dressed. So I gather they just finished playing gin rummy or something. They make plans to meet up again on Thursday. Gabby's a little insecure about why she and Carlos are still sneaking around, now that Edie's recovered from her suicide "attempt," and Carlos says he just needs two weeks to get Edie out of his life forever. That seems good enough for Gabby. For now. Mostly.
And Stella is going ahead with her drug acquisition plan, having decided that her hookup is -- Andrew.
Orson alerts Bree that he just heard from the convent. "It seems Danielle took a little...spill." Cut to Bree berating her daughter over the phone for rollerblading when she's eight and a half months pregnant. Where do you get in-line skates at a convent? "I borrowed them from one of the eating disorder girls," Danielle says. "They have all the good exercise equipment." Bree says she's ordered Danielle put on bed rest, without even a DVD player, so she can use the time for "reflection and personal growth." "I hate you," Danielle says. "Clearly, it would be time well spent," Bree says, rather optimistically, if you ask me.
At Lynette's, she's not only unable to face Tom's lasagna, but also the whole charades thing that night. Lynette complains that the Big Casino is nowhere near as bad as losing at charades to Susan would be. Tom goes to answer the door, and it's Andrew, with a package for Stella. Stella nabs it out of Tom's hands, claiming it's a pattern for an afghan for Lynette. I think this "afghan" is going to turn out white with a big, pointy, green leaf on it, if you catch my meaning.
Susan's at "Bree's" OB, and the waiting room is a dingy shitbox. Yes, the fish tank may be a bit cloudy, but there's at least one in there that isn't belly up. Plus the large signs reading "no checks" and "lotto tickets sold here" kind of brighten things up, as does the fishbowl on the coffee table full of free condoms. Susan's clearly afraid to touch anything there, going so far as to drape a single facial tissue on a chair before sitting on it. Susan tries to make friendly conversation with the meth-mouthed hooker in the next seat, saying it's not what she expected in light of her friend's recommendation, but the doctor must be great. "I don't know, I just come here to buy clean urine," the hooker shrugs. Hey, it can't be much worse than the doctor Tom Cruise went to in Minority Report.
Stella has made up a plate of brownies, which she shoos the kids away from, saying they contain "special adult medicine." You know, like Grandma's iced tea. She drafts one of the Ps to deliver the brownies to Lynette's sickbed. Should we be worried that there are only two left on the plate when the kid arrives? Lynette tries to beg off, but the kid is sweet enough that Lynette can't resist. Outside the door, Stella quietly beams at having succeeded in turning her grandson into a drug mule. So I guess the rest of the treats are accounted for, at least.