Over at Brenda's house, she's trying to get Maya to eat something. Asking nicely isn't working, so she tries a little yelling. Before things can actually get violent, the sound of pottery shattering outside draws her away. She heads to the front door, apologizing to Maya for her tone as she goes. Maya doesn't react to the apology, but then she didn't react to the yelling, either, so I think it's a wash.

Out on the front step, Brenda discovers Maggie, who's trying to clean up a broken planter that she knocked over. Symbolism can be so awkward. Brenda asks what she's doing there. "I made you guys a quiche," Maggie tries, only to receive a disgusted look from Brenda. She says she just planned to leave it on the porch, but getting attacked by Brenda's plant kind of shot that down. She practically cries, "Oh, Brenda, I'm so sorry." Brenda: "What is this, some kind of Quaker thing? You fuck someone's husband to death and bring them a quiche?" Maggie doesn't answer. Brenda: "Would you please just admit it? It would be such a relief to know exactly when my marriage turned into a total fucking lie." I'd say that was right around here. Maggie claims it wasn't like that. "Nate loved you," she says. Brenda yells, "I don't need you to tell me how my husband felt about me. Even if he was pissed off at me, he certainly wasn't in love with you, even if he said he was. Nate could be very convincing that way. All he ever wanted was someone to make him feel like he was a better man than he actually was. Could have been anyone." With that much room for improvement, I would have to agree. Brenda slams the door in Maggie's face, quiche and all. Maggie rights the little plant table she knocked over, and sets the quiche on it before leaving quietly. I hope we get to see the scene where she comes over in a few days to ask for the pan back.

Evening. Ruth and Bettina, on the sun porch. Ruth's still in her bathrobe, and now she's recriminating herself for not having a cell phone. Bettina rightly points out that it wouldn't have saved Nate anyway. And now Ruth blames Claire for goading her into getting her hair cut, which of course drove her directly into the arms of Hiram the Hairdresser, the only hairdresser in the greater Los Angeles area (aside from that one David shot down, of course), who was such a complete bastard about immediately agreeing to go camping with her. I know it's natural in a situation like this to pick away at how things might have been different; I'm just surprised that Ruth seems to be the only one who's doing it. Bettina asks when Ruth last took a pill. Ruth says she doesn't want a pill; she wants her son. Oh, make up your mind.