Yet, Parker is finally allowed to give all of those stressors the metaphorical middle finger. Instead of remaining crying on some slightly-used trampoline, Frances gets up, throws some cold water on her face, and wipes away her tears. Now, she’s going to take control of her life in the small ways she can. So, the next time we see Frances, she’s in coveralls attempting to paint a section of her house. It’s a small step forward, but it clearly means a lot to her. The best part of this mini rebirth arrives when Frances realizes Robert returned one of her newly-rearranged pieces of furniture to its original spot. “Motherfucker,” she says with just the right amount of ice in her voice, picking up the heavy draw and returning it to the precise place she had put it.