And so we're back at LuAnn's Hamptons BBQ from heck, and Heather's had enough of Amanda Sanders interjecting and threats of decking. If you are going to deck Heather Thomson, stand up straight. If not get some pie and sit down.
Heather didn't think Amanda made a great first impression -- and apparently neither did Carole. When Amanda tried to interject into her argument with Aviva, she gave her a side-eye beneath that fedora and simply said she didn't know her.
It's at this point that Heather broke out her full range of language. You can't tell Heather "anything mother f---er." Heather didn't respond to Aviva's question of if she learned it in prison or if she learned it from P.Diddy. Wherever it came from, the night disbanded pretty quickly after, and everyone left what Amanda affectionately referred to as "crazyville."
The next morning, Sonja assembled the gang for a much calmer brunch, but apparently the food was a little too crunchy and she popped her tooth out mid-morning recap. Thankfully Harry wasn't around to see such antics, but a helpful party guest was on hand to recommend Polident (plus a legion of interns to reinsert the tooth).
Back in Manhattan, Carole has been crowned queen of the Mermaid Parade (an honor more illustrious than her Emmy). But what's a mermaid without some stylish scales, so she asks her gals to help her dress.
Sonja tries to help Aviva relax with a "light laser" work. But no amount of face masks can stop them from talking about #BookGate. Sonja is shocked that Carole is dropping Aviva as a BFF and that Heather has gone full "guardian dog" about the whole situation. A guardian dog does sound pretty loyal though.
Aviva springs on her hubby that her childhood friend Becky has reached out to her. Who's Becky you say? Oh she's just the gal that Aviva was with when her leg-losing accident occurred. And so Aviva and Reid decide to reconnect with Becky by going back to the barn where it all happened to try to create some closure.
After some confusion between high schoolers and drag queens, the ladies finally end up on the float they prefer (drag queens with alcohol). That's about the time they started to worry that perhaps the crowd thought they were drag queens.
And then Aviva confronts all her demons by going right into the barn -- and standing on the very spot where it all happened. Aviva can't believe this "little mother f---er" did this to her. We can't believe she's brave enough to stand on this "little mother f---er."