Jax has ambushed Wendy at her counseling facility or whatever, and he asks Wendy to stay away: "Abel doesn't even know who you are, Wendy. Telling him just confuses shit." Wendy rebuts, "It's not my fault that you didn't tell him the truth, Jax." And I get that this series is all about the ridiculous consequences that bloom from the lies and half-truths people tell, but here? Not even. It has apparently not occurred to either of these simpletons that you don't tell a toddler how his ex-junkie mother signed over custody because a toddler can not understand the situation, not because the adults love lying to everyone they know. Anyway, Wendy self-righteously says that "secrets ruin kids, Jax!" and hoo boy, I really hope we get to see her first court-ordered visitation with Abel where she lays out her truths on the toddler and he promptly melts down in fear and confusion. Because then Jax can say, "So tell me again how secrets ruin kids?"

So Jax asks Wendy to stay away, and Wendy replies, "Or what? What are you going to do -- break my arm? Punch my face in?" Jax defensively says he had nothing to do with either of those injuries. Wendy scoffs, "You are a felon on release. And as frightening as this notion may be, I'm probably the most stable adult in Abel's life. Block me out, and I will pursue custody." Oh, she's so full of it: if she were really concerned about Abel being buffeted hither and yon by unstable adults, she'd have already hired a lawyer and launched custody proceedings. Jax does not point this out, but instead trots out the tired "Who'd give the time of day to a tweaker?" trope. Wendy points out, "Ex-junkie. Who turned her life around. Judges love a good comeback story. I ain't going anywhere." Jax smiles humorlessly and says, "That's okay. I am."

SIDEBAR: Even if Tara decides to pack up the boys and move to Portland, presumably to hop on the Providence payroll and (one hopes) make a full recovery, isn't a condition of Jax's release that he's not allowed to leave the state? So what's he going to do, hang out in Klamath and just drive over the border occasionally? This whole "I'm getting out of Charming after one last job!" plan has more holes than a pair of fishnets. Even if it does provide Jax with lots of flouncy little exit lines for the various pains in the ass he handles.