Sarah calls Justin in a desperate attempt to repair the damage of Cooper's hilariously honest show-and-tell. She knows Justin must be feeling humiliated and alone and she is worried about him. Hopefully he is just out getting a goddamned job, but knowing this show, he will be hitting the oxy instead. No matter how many interventions or days of sobriety, one bad day at show-and-tell and it's back to the hooch. Pill hooch. Whatever.
Nora is precariously balancing a tray of ginger ale, pills, and a flower when the doorbell rings. She manages to answer the door with tray in hand and flower and ginger ale upright, which I think portends a fabulous career as a waitress when Tommy is busted for embezzling millions of dollars out of the Nora McDonald House. Like father, like son! She opens the door to a polished gent who knows her. It's Roger, the much discussed (by Saul) illustrious architect. Despite having her hands full of tray, he hands her a book of his work. They aggressively chit chat for a second until Saul comes barreling out to say hello to long lost Roger. It's hard to tell if Roger is being set up as a love interest for Nora or as Saul's secret boyfriend. Nora is confused because she thought the meeting was cancelled. Turns out Saul ignored her and set up the meeting anyway. When Justin rolls past, Roger looks surprised that Nora's children are living at home. Nora bristles in response and then begs off the meeting due to her need to drop a tray in Kevin's lap. Unfortunately for Nora Scotty chooses right then to break the news that Kevin doesn't need lunch because he is taking a shower. Now she has no excuse not to go to the meeting. Nora looks really chagrined at spending the next hour listening to Saul wax rhapsodic over dappled light and vented porticos and plinths and clerestory windows. And she may have a point.