Barb: Good grief, Nicki. 

Hee.  

Margie leans over and tells Wayne to ask Barb when she’s coming home.  “When are you coming home, Mother Barbara?”  Hahaha.  I love it.  But that kid creeps me out with his formalness.  No one calls her Barbara.  And the whole “mother” and “father” thing squicks me out, too. 

Barb knows that was Margie’s doing and calls her on it.  She just tells them that this is what she has to do and she hangs up. 

Margie and Nicki look at Bill accusingly, but he doesn’t seem worried, telling them to let her have her space. 

Now we’re back with the fugitive polygamist story on the news.  The police got a tip that seemed credible, but yielded nothing.  The family looks concerned. 

The next morning, Nicki is making breakfast and no one is talking.  Wayne is strangely just kind of hanging on Ben, whose hair, by the way, is substantially longer than last season.  It only bothers me because only two weeks is supposed to have passed.  They couldn’t have given Douglas Smith a haircut? 

Sarah approaches the table and gives Bill a Look.  Ben is staring at his dad, too.  Wayne asks if there’s vanilla.  Vanilla what?  Extract?  I… don’t know what he’s talking about.  The point seems to be that everyone ignores him, including his damn parents, Bill and Nicki.  Ben waits to see if any of the grownups are actually going to take care of their children before getting up to go look.  I’m not sure what that scene was about. Besides making all three parents look pretty bad, especially Bill and Nicki, given that Margie is preoccupied with one of her own kids.  It was just … weird. 

Bill’s phone rings and in a nice touch, Sarah immediately looks at him, clearly hoping it’s her mother.  It’s not. It’s Lee, the maybe-lawyer.  He found a guy at the First Lady’s Office who is willing to ask around and meet with him. 

Barb is at a college, registering for classes. 

Margie is at the playground, watching her boys just kind of sit there, because they’re really too little to actually play.  She has that weird calm thing going on, like when she got the red crayon on Bill’s white suit, then almost blew up her washing machine and then calmly smoked a cigarette and told her boys that they couldn’t live there anymore.  I think I see another slow meltdown coming.