Judy flaps through the back door, waving a pink pastry box full of sugar and fat and other nasty things that signal emotional wreckage. She tries to hide the fact that tears are streaming down her face, but the others are onto her. Lily quickly moves toward her, asking if Judy is okay. Judy half-heartedly waves Lily away and mutters that she's okay. She's safe, though, since it seems Lily was only moving in for the pastry box, not a hug. As she puts the box on the counter, Lily glances toward the stove and sees a huge pot boiling over. She reacts as if it's nuclear sludge pouring out on her stovetop. Raoul wipes his hands and says he'll take care of it. Lily gratefully lets him. I wonder if Raoul is billing them hourly? It would explain his eagerness to do anything but actually fix the sink. Lily grabs Judy by the hand and pulls her into the dining room to get to the bottom of the tears.
Plunking down across from Judy, Lily orders, "Talk!" Judy quietly says that she doesn't think she'll be able to make it for dinner. She's all apologies as she explains that she can't handle having Sam there, even though she should be able to. Lily puts her foot down and says she's calling Rick -- she'd rather have Judy, her sister, at dinner, than Sam. Family ties aside, who wouldn't? Judy makes with the noble and says that she doesn't want Lily to do that; after all, Rick is her husband, and Sam is his partner. She says she just wants Lily to have the perfect Thanksgiving, and utters the three words Lily loves to hear: "You deserve it." Since it's Lily's first Thanksgiving with the new family, and since she has a house full of kids, Judy wants her to "have the best Thanksgiving ever." Lily tries to fight back her own tears. "What?" Judy asks. "I hate Thanksgiving," Lily chokes.
Karen, meanwhile, gets a visit from The Ghost Of Thanksgiving Past. She wanders into the dining room on her way to the kitchen, but stops abruptly, staring around the still, drawn room. She turns to walk back out of the room, pursing her lips, but stops when she hears voices and laughter echoing behind her. She pauses in the doorway and watches as a bright Thanksgiving scene, bathed in golden light, unfolds. A shaggy Rick entertains a pint-sized Eli and Jessie, while Karen, sporting a peasant blouse, carves the turkey. Nightie Karen wanders into the flashback, glowing at the sight of her young children. She stops when she gets to her old self, laughing and staring adoringly at Shaggy Rick.