Meanwhile, Juliette sits alone at home, being sad. Glenn comes in and says that their working relationship isn't panning out. She asks if he's dropping her, and he says that his job is to give her the best advice he can. And whatever problems she had, the interview and subsequent walk-out made them exponentially worse. Juliette understands this for real, finally. She turns her back, and begs Glenn not to drop her. She wants her tour back, and wants her image restored, and promises that she'll do whatever it takes, and whatever Glenn says. What Glenn really wants to know is why she took the nail polish. Juliette says that it's something she used to do as a kid, and it made her feel like she could take care of herself when nobody else would. And that makes total sense. It also makes sense that she'd regress and return to that behavior with MethMom in the house using up all her ketchup and cream cheese. Glenn agrees to stay, as long as Juliette listens. As he leaves he tells her to call a friend and get her mind off of this. But Juliette doesn't have friends -- she has people who want to be seen with her. Or used to. And at least 70 percent of that is her fault, I'd say. She doesn't seem like the kind of person you'd just love to pal around with. Though her nail polish collection is unparalleled and could make for a quality girls' night.
But Juliette does have one person to call, and it isn't Ghostbusters. As she eats cold pink macaroni out of the casserole dish, she dials Deacon. He, of course, is feeling awfully friendless right now, and is just sitting alone in his car like a creeper. He asks if she's alright, and she says, "Not really." And then Deacon asks if she's doing anything at the moment. She gets a little smile, despite the fact that there is no longer enough pink macaroni to share. Here we go again!
Next time: MethMom strikes again! Avery gets jealous about Scarlett and Gunnar's relationship. Teddy asks Rayna what exactly went on with her and Deacon, and Deacon decks someone. We can only hope it's Lamar!
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