“The Fosters” Episode 314 Recap: Take Me Swimming

Callie doesn’t register that, though. She rages upstairs to find Jack on Jude’s computer and she rips into him about faking his identity. Jack doesn’t want Jude to know because he wants to be Jude’s friend. One reason is because Jude is the best human on the planet and being his best friend would be like getting loved by a human puppy. And another reason is the older dudes in his group home are beating the shit out of him. He’s actually bleeding from his ribs, and when Callie pulls up his shirt to see what the fuck is going on there, she also discovers that he’s covered in bruises. Obviously Jude wants to go straight to Stef with this information, but Callie’s still reeling about AJ, so she leads Jack right into the mouth of the beast! She makes him tell Ms. Polonius!

Ms. Polonius says she’ll “take care” of “this little brat” for good “this time.” Callie wants to know what she means by that, but Ms. Polonius tells her not to worry about it; it’s just a thing grown-ups say.

Stef, what if Ezra Fitz is just too romantic for his own good?

Once the kids and Lena are at school, Stef tells Grandma Annie she wants her to have power of attorney, in case things go all the way to the worst, like if this were The L Word and Dana got cancer at the beginning of an episode and died at the end of it, or like how that happened to Naomi and in Skins Fire, or—nope. Nope. Calm. I’m calm. I am a talented, brilliant musk ox. I am a poetic noble land mermaid. The moods of my life will not be dictated to me by reckless, callous, simpleminded television writers. The story is alive inside my mind and I deserve to bask in its untarnished rightness. Skins Fire never happened. Skins Fire never happened. I am a glowing sun goddess. Skins Fire never happened.

Right.

So.

Grandma Annie tells Stef it’s not going to come to that, but she’s happy Stef trusts her with this thing. Mostly, though, Stef is not dying and it’s going to be okay. Also she tells Stef stop Stefing everything and pushing Lena away when she needs her the most.

Anchor Beach is full of its usual dramas. Mat and Mariana are falling in love again doing their play. Jesus’ new reckless friend is falling in love with Mariana too, in between doing donuts in the school parking lot and getting sentenced to clean the entire parking lot with a sponge. (Mariana’s head of the Wizengamot now!) And Jude is still forlorn and alone because Connor is still a million miles away.

Lena what in the world is wrong? I’ve never seen you cry!

I’m trying to keep it together for Stef, but we think Callie ships Bellamy and Clarke.

Monty whirls into Lena’s office to see if she saw that hilarious meme about them going around social media today, and Lena loses her mind, snapping that Monty better not have been the one who sent the original tweet; and then breaking down and crying about how Stef is sick and she’s going to need some time off, at least a week probably. At least a week. Monty’s face falls and she says Lena can take all the time she needs, and the way she slumps back down the hall, it’s kind of like she thought maybe Lena would really love her one day. Like maybe if Stef hadn’t gotten cancer, she and Lena had a chance. Oh, Monty. I love you, girl, but stop.

When Lena gets home, Grandma Annie says not to worry about how Stef is giving her power of attorney, because if anything comes up, they’ll just work through it together, and anyway, it’s not like they’re having a competition for Stef’s love. I mean. Lena knew that right? About the power of attorney? Because Stef said she was going to go to Anchor Beach and tell Lena about it at lunch, and it’s after lunch and Lena’s home, so she knew, right?

Actually, no. She did not not. But she pretends she did. She zips upstairs to confront Stef about it, but Stef’s just lying in the bed and staring at the ceiling and saying that she wants to be alone. Stefanie! Listen to your mother!

Maybe everyone doesn’t have to ship Clexa.

Yes, they do.

Lena finds her later, sitting at the kitchen table, “getting her affairs in order,” and also kind of making a grumpy face. Lena makes a grumpy face back at her. Why didn’t Stef tell her about the power of attorney thing? Well, she was going to, but when she came by Lena’s office, she was in there with Monty with the door closed. Stef knows nothing’s going on with them, she really does, but she’s got all these insecurities about how maybe Lena’s not going to find her attractive anymore and maybe even fall out of love with her, after the mastectomy, and if Monty’s there and still crushing on Lena, I mean? What’s gonna happen then?

Now here’s the best thing about Romeo and Juliet: When Romeo starts up with his bullshit outside Juliet’s window, she tells him she’s not interested in inconsequential moon-swearing and Petrarchan sonnets. It’s rote. It’s a template. It’s love by numbers. Juliet wants to be loved in a way that’s not quantifiable. It’s silly to think she and Romeo get there, all ten minutes they spent together before they murdered each other, but it’s a wonderful sentiment and, ironically, it’s exactly what mature love looks like. Childish love is a checklist of things a person is or does, or ways they make you feel. Mature love is the alchemy of the life you build together. If I tell you I treasure my partner’s intellect and sharp wit and gentle way with animals, and you bring me a girl who’s smarter and funnier and even more gentle with animals, am I going to leave my partner for her? No. Don’t be ridiculous. She is more than the things I can count. We are our the undefinable, unexplainable magic of the life we’ve made together.

That’s what Lena tells Stef. All the quantifiable reasons she loves her, and all the unmeasurable ways she loves her. She asks what she can do for Stef and Stef jokes that Lena can take her swimming.

After school, Jude and Callie take Jack to meet up with Ms. Polonius and his arm’s broken now. Brandon goes to work and plays the piano and orders a Shirley Temple and tries to make out with the surfing bartender. When she says “it’s complicated,” she means it, though: She’s got a two-year-old. Jesus works on building that house with his dad, and then confesses to his dad that he’s his dad, and then runs right out of there when his dad is like, “You better run right out of here; I am literally legally not allowed to see you.” (Mariana finds him in the sex offender registry later. I’m guessing Ana was underage when she got pregnant?) And Callie vists Ty in jail, since AJ won’t see her, and tells him to release his stranglehold on his brother so he can be with a foster family who can take care of him until Ty gets out of here.

And even if Callie is straight, we’re all going to love her just the same.

Finally, at home, Lena and Stef and Grandma Annie sit the kids down and tell them about Stef’s cancer. They’re stunned. And terrified. They group hug and go to their rooms and stare out the windows and pray. Except for Callie and Mariana. They curl up under the same blanket like sisters do and look up cancer treatments together on the internet. They want to know what’s happening. They want to know what they can do.

Lena, though. She takes Stef swimming. They break into a neighbor’s backyard and goad each other into skinny dipping, and it’s slow-mo water cuddles and chlorine caresses, and it’s wonderful and it’s perfect. Back at home, they have sex, like Grandma Annie told them to do. Sweet and slow and familiar, familiar, familiar. So earned. So real. So right. Everyone of the tears I cried about it, so deserved.

Juliet and Juliet.

Sonnet #69.

Suck on that, Bill Shakespeare.

Next week: I don’t care. I’m going to rewatch this scene a hundred times, until all my cries have been cried.