Patty pours out the beer in the sink because, now that a teenager has opened it, it's poisonous. She tells Angela that her grandfather is in the hospital for some tests, though it's nothing serious, and they won't even have to call off the party. Turns out there's an anniversary party for Patty's parents this weekend, involving fondue in some way; Angela looks pained: "I hate fondue. I'm always losing my bread." Yeah, I'm like always losing my bread in the fondue of, like, life. Then, Patty says, simply, "Don't let me catch you drinking in this house again." Splitting hairs, by pointing out the difference between herself and other human beings over whom she does not wield unlimited power, Angela says, "I wasn't drinking." Patty says, "You know what I mean." And I should cut Patty slack: she was direct and straightforward and got her point across, which is better parenting than we usually see from her. I usually hate Patty.
Back in the hall, Rickie says, "I know. Tomorrow we'll bring her a beer .To replace it." Which surprises me, because Rickie usually has good ideas, not fucking stupid ones. Rayanne says, "Tomorrow we're going to my house." Like one might say, "Tomorrow I'm gonna fly this goddamn plane myself."
AVO: "I'd been friends with Rayanne Graff for, like, half a year. But I'd never been to her house." And here they are, at Rayanne's house. Rayanne calls out, warning her mom that Rickie is with her, and she should therefore not be naked. AVO continues: "Walking into someone's house for the first time is like entering another country. Not that I've ever been to another country." So how would she know? Ha ha ha. Hee. Anyway, Rayanne's house looks a lot like the home of someone desperately clinging to -- I'd say the sixties, but it's really more than that. An eclectic combination of every Eastern or pagan element that ever became a part of American culture, ever. Beads, candles, tarot cards, little Buddha statues: if it looks like it could be mystical, it's here.
Rayanne's mom appears, gliding through a wall of hanging beads, saying, "Ray-nee, remember last week when you got all those prosperity cards?" Turns out Rayanne's father has sent her $270 for her birthday, with the following charming inscription: "Happy Birthday, and maybe more." Rayanne's mom insists that he meant "and many more" but Rayanne points out, rightly, that what he wrote is "and maybe more." She's upset, but Rayanne's dad seems to have his finger more on the pulse of his daughter's path to destruction than her mom. As we shall see. Rayanne's mom flips out when she sees Angela, so I guess her reputation has preceded her into the Graff household. Angela already looks like she wishes Amber were her mother. She's a fool to wish that, but she does.
Amber is saying something about appetizers and desserts being the only worthwhile foods, and how they're all she eats. What, no steak for the New-Age mommy? We also learn that Amber is an x-ray technician, and that she espouses the charming philosophy, "Life was created to be lived." Which I think is kind of like saying that photos were created to be looked at, or offices were created to work inside of, but whatever. Amber is apparently in mid-tarot reading, so when Patty comes up in conversation ("So, what, did you wear out your welcome at Angela's house?" "My mom's not that strict."), Amber points out a relevant card: "That's the world." Specific. But she goes on to say, "And this is the daughter who hides her feelings behind, like, the mask." Angela points out that she herself is the daughter, but Amber counters that Patty is someone's daughter too. Angela is apparently supposed to be blown away by the notion of generations. Instead she says, "See my mom was adopted, so she has, like, these -- abandonment issues?" Rickie says, "I've got those," and everyone laughs. Ha ha. Rickie's family doesn't love him. Aha ha ha. Meanwhile, Rayanne wants Angela to see the death card. She seems, in fact, to be fascinated by death. Like one of those kids who says, "Man, I don't know if I'll even be alive in five years," and is proud of it. Idiot. Then she says, "You're staying for dinner, right?" Mmm! Appetizers and desserts for all!