You see that snow globe in Mrs. Ducharme’s hand? Odds are good that she’s about to brain someone with it. Barbara took a hard left in her life, grabbing the reins of familial implosion and doing what any, decent, Satan worshiping housewife would do: make lemonade. Along the way, she carves her own spiritual identity by embracing the side of the universe her fellow PTA mothers wouldn’t dare touch. Darkness, she learns, is not only slimming; it’s not to be feared. She knows there’s power in each of us to change our reality, and when you’ve got your family behind you, there’s very little you can’t accomplish–like saving your blessed derriere from an onslaught of murderous thugs. Babs always had the spark; now she’s got the dark to go with it.