Back at HQ, Sarah is in the living room when Camille finally come home. "You waited up," Camille says. Sarah smiles. "Revenge, huh, for all those nights I made you wait up?" she jokes. Camille says that there wouldn't be enough nights in a year, and tries to go upstairs to bed. "Mom!" Sarah says, stopping her. "How was it?" Camille says her night out with Matthew was really fun, that the other art show was embarrassingly bad, and that they ended up back at Matthew's place drinking and talking. "He made us a fire, and served us some port, and we talked," she says. "And we talked." She drifts into silence, and Sarah knows all. "And...?" she says, and watches as Camille puts her hand over her face in shame. No one does reaction shots like Lauren Graham, y'all. I hope, no... DEMAND that she win an Emmy for this show after being so long shut out. She is amazing. I don't even know how she does it -- her face doesn't even move, but across it you can see a million emotions as she realizes her mom had sex with this Matthew dude and what it will mean about her parents' relationship. "Oh, Mom..." she says.

At HQ, the attic is being cleared out, but good. Crosby has enlisted the help of Joel, Adam and Drew to carry his piano down the stairs. It is going about as well as one might expect such an endeavor to go. Ed. Note: pianos are heavy. The three gentlemen conscripted into service enjoy ribbing Crosby about how they are going to crash his "priceless instrument." Joel is especially hilarious, asking in the emergency-tone for everyone to hold on, then relaxing for a minute against the wall while Crosby bears the most weight. "Oh, Don Rickles is here," Crosby groans while the others laugh. "The first time you've ever made a joke and you decided to do it while I'm holding a piano." Joel admits that it felt pretty good. "I'm never gonna ask you guys to help me move anything again!" Crosby grouses. Drew: "You promise?" Hee.

Back in the attic, Sydney is looking through her mom's stuff, and runs across an old photograph. "I like this picture, Mommy," she says. "You look like a princess." It's a prom picture. "Is that Daddy?" Sydney asks, pointing to the guy in the photo. "No, sweetie, look at it," Julia says. "That's my friend, Timm." Oh, Sydney says: "Timmmmm." Awesome.

Finally, in the driveway, the piano has been loaded into the back of Crosby's truck. "Okay, to thank you for your not-so-heroic efforts," Crosby says, sitting down at the glorious 88, "I present to you 'Solace: A Mexican Serenade.'" His siblings groan. "NO!" Adam yells. "Play something else!" As he starts, Jasmine asks them what's wrong with this song. "This is the song he played for his sixth grade recital," Adam says. Sarah: "We've heard it ten thousand times." Aw. "This is going to take me back in time to a very, very unattractive hairdo." As Crosby plays on, the family can't help dancing around. "Go ahead, Joel," Crosby calls out, "give Jasmine a whirl." Even Max pulls Drew in on the action. It is all super, mega, ultra-cute. Off to the side, Amber watches everyone. Camille steps up and puts her arms around her granddaughter. Without knowing it, they share their pain. Everyone's there, except Haddie. She's back at her house, sitting in her room, alone.