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Previously: shit went down.
MAVO bugs me so much I'm not going to recap her at all anymore unless it's absolutely, 100% necessary. I'm your MAVO now, bitches. Without the suicide. Well, so far.
So, we learn that Gabrielle and Mama Solis have been at war since the very night that Gabrielle and Carlos got engaged. "From the prenuptial agreement she reluctantly signed, to the selection if wedding music she despised," MAVO says -- and how quickly I had to rescind my no MAVO rule -- "to the color of the house paint she hadn't wanted, Gabrielle suffered one defeat after another." Including her unfortunate side ponytail, by the way. And now that Mama Solis suspected that Gabrielle of getting a little bone on the side, she was doubly screwed. For example, Mama Solis has decided that Gabrielle doesn't need Yao Lin around to help her with the house, and she says so to Carlos. Gabrielle looks perturbed. "It's a big house. I need help," she bleats. Also, she needs someone around to blame in case Miguel leaves his jockstrap under the bed. "It's only called 'help' when you do some of the work yourself," Mama Solis says. Gabrielle stammers that she "supervises." Mama Solis shrugs and tells Carlos that he's paying Yao Lin fifteen grand a year, while he's always saying that he needs to be putting more money away for his retirement. Carlos thinks about this and tells Gabrielle that they do need to start cutting back on expenses. "You expect me to take care of this place all by myself?" Gabrielle asks. Dude, what else you are doing, other than yoga and the gardener? If you had a job, or kids, then I would be all aboard the maid train. But right now? It's hard for me to feel bad for you. Carlos says he thinks she'll manage, but all she manages to do is pout.
Later that night, Gabrielle slinks out of the bathroom in hot pants and a push-up bra and crawls all over Carlos. She points out that if they get rid of the maid, she will have no energy to blow him. Well, basically. She doesn't say the word "blow," but she does crawl down his torso to end the scene, and I don't think she's going down there to give him a pedicure.
Not to mention the fact that, the next morning, Carlos looks uber-satisfied and announces to his mother that the maid is staying. Gabrielle looks pleased with herself in a way that cannot possibly stem from even the most adroit cuticle trimming.