Nelson’s coming home and hears Sigrid speaking with a man. He tries to surreptitiously open the door but with the sofa strategically placed in front of it, and the agent stalking him sitting right there, it’s kind of comical so Nelson comes in. Sigrid excuses herself to check on dinner so the men can talk. Nelson thinks the agent’s there to extort money from him but he’s just a disgruntled customer who bought a shoddy iron. He bends over to show Nelson the busted iron then…WHACK! Sigrid’s beating his head in with a rolling pin. You know, Nelson. If you keep hooking up with crazies, maybe it’s not them. Maybe it’s you. One to grow on.
Nelson explains to her that the agent wasn’t there to arrest him and her response? I’ll hold his legs. Ah, a crazy after his own heart but they don’t have a lake and a large congregation so Nelson can “baptize” him. He makes do by suffocating the agent with his handkerchief and Sigrid squares it all in her head by calling the dead agent the “bad person.” It’s still Nelson’s healthiest relationship.
Love is…killing the man your wife fatally wounded to protect you.
Gillian steps out of the shadows and her face is devastated. She’s not crazy-eyed anymore, just scared and hurt and lonely. Her eyes are glassy and Mol has never seemed this frail. She looks at her girls just sitting around listening to that harp music but when one of them blithely tells her it’s slow she tells them to get out on the porch and drum up some business. No more games for the Artemis Club, time to admit it’s a cathouse. Then she retreats to a sitting room and writes Jimmy a letter about coming home and helping her get her expenses in order because she misses him so very, very much, but her face is still desperate and sad and GAH! Gillian stop making me feel for you.
Stop this! Right now!
Margaret’s at the hospital lost in thought about how awful her day was and waiting to start the evening’s lesson. One of the women hasn’t returned and the nun thinks it’s because they don’t value the classes. But another woman points out that evenings aren’t a good time because the whole family is home, whereas they have more free time in the mornings after the children go to school. Sadly, the nun couldn’t care less about being convenient to the class because she has to be present to make sure no one says “vagina.”
Then to put the turd cherry on Margaret’s shit sundae, Mason got called away on an emergency and won’t get to teach class that evening. Undeterred, Margaret decides to teach the class herself. The nun is not pleased but Margaret tells her they have their books, they have their chart and they have themselves. What more is needed? The nun still balks because it’s not exactly what they agreed to and she’s no free-thinking Nun on the Bus. There are rules. Margaret ignores the nun and starts the lesson on how the fetus develops.
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