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The way Adriana tells it, Joanna grabbed her shoulder while Adriana was walking away and Adriana’s arm swung (of its own accord) and hit Joanna in the face.
Adriana maintains, and Alexia agrees, that she was being attacked, and had to defend herself. And I get it, Joanna grabbed her shoulder, things were heated, Adriana freaked. But let’s call a spade a spade – y’all both got violent and unladylike, and y’all are both equally to blame. But to listen to Adriana, you’d think she’d shown up, gently took Karen’t by the hand at a completely appropriate time to bring up something not totally ridiculous, and the Joannazon chokeslammed her into a wall. When in reality:
Of course, Alexia takes Adriana’s side, not that I can blame her, and asks Adriana what she’s going to do at the Black’s gala, that Joanna will of course be attending. Adriana interviews that she doesn’t want to see Joanna’s face, so she’s’ not sure what she’s going to do.
At Elsa’s house, Marysol visits to rehash much the same story as Adriana, but Marysol doesn’t really take anyone’s side but Elsa’s against Karen’t’s. She tells her mother about the article and what Karen’t is accused of saying about all the women, but Elsa, in fine Alejandra fashion, is only concerned about the parts that relate to her. Ha! What else is important? Marysol relates the story, but focuses more on how everyone was so poorly behaved, and how, if Elsa had been there, she would have DIED. Elsa’s all, “Bitch, I am not a fucking invalid. I wouldn’t have died, I would have put everyone in their motherfucking place and those who continued to cross me would have felt the wrath of my pocketboog.” Man, I wish she had been there.
The hour is getting late, so it’s time to head to Lea’s house for another, more private session with Norman. Ew. Marysol and Elsa hop in a Cadillac and whaaaaat? Elsa still drives? That cannot be legal. Marysol hops into the passenger seat and notices that there’s a cane – she asks her mother what it’s for and Elsa, without missing a beat, says it’s to keep Elaine in line. ‘Cause that’s how Elsa rolls. Commercial.
At Lea’s house, she’s walking around with Norman having him bless the kitchen and bless other stuff before the girls arrive. He swings around a gold chain that I’ll bet you he wears when he’s Nighttime Norman: Male Gigilo, vowels into the air and I want to know how I get this man’s fucking job. Apparently he missed a spot near Lea’s dog, though, because Leroy (get it?) is feeling very sluggish and can’t hold his head up. Lea runs to call the vet, completely freaking out that she doesn’t know what’s wrong when Frida clearly stated not moments before that the vet gave him too much medicine and that’s why the dog’s all loopy. But there’s no consoling Lea. She breaks down, hands the dog to Roy telling him to rush to the vet’s and collapses in Elsa’s arms as soon as the older woman arrives.