We go to Tulsa, Oklahoma, where Kitty and Rob are making out on a hotel bed. She tells him she needs to get up so that she can watch their interview and critique his performance since...ah, I guess she is still communications director. Bang-up job there, Kit. When the interview gets to the part about Justin, Kitty bristles, saying she hates it when the press goes there, not to mention the question about the dress and all the other frou-frou questions she gets because she's the fiancée. Okay, I think I've decided that Rob's not so much sporting an excess of sunless tanner so much as the evidence of having cooked the hell out of his skin. Be that in a tanning bed, which is unnatural, or on a beach, which is how God intended us to get skin cancer, we can only speculate. Anyhoo...Kitty continues to whine about having to fit into the narrow mold of a political wife, blah blah blah babies and cookies, blah blah blah Nancy Reagan, blah blah blah the Rodham Clinton blues. Of course, Kitty manages to cover all her bases by assuring Rob that she loves babies and cookies, because God forbid Kitty ever express a partisan political trait. Rob's bright-idea solution to this is for Kitty to take some time off, and she rightly tells him that that's bullshit; the solution to her work-vs.-wife dilemma is not to get rid of the "work" part. Rob then tries to chalk this all up to her being emotional about Justin, her birthday, and the anniversary of her father's death. Don't forget her period! She bristles at these suggestions as well, and when Rob once again says that she might benefit from some time away from the campaign, Kitty snits, "Well thank you for letting me know what my options are." Okay, maybe it is her period. Rob guesses that he's probably not getting any tonight.
Nora's on the phone with Saul, pacing and fretting that Justin hasn't made contact with her in three weeks: "I said I wouldn't panic until it was twenty-one days -- well it's been twenty-one days!" Saul wisely reminds her that twenty-one days is a completely arbitrary number, and that there are plenty of good, un-scary reasons why Justin would be out of touch for so long. He also reminds her that she does have a connection in the Senate, but that just leads to Nora bitterly grousing that Kitty has seemingly not lifted a finger to get Rob to find out where Justin is. She also bitches about Kitty and Rob using Justin as a "selling point" in their interviews, despite Saul's reminders that they're simply answering questions. Nora doesn't care; they could always refuse to answer: "I can't even look at her anymore." And then the doorbell rings. The look on Nora's face in the split second she hears the bell tells us all we need to know about how much that sound strikes fear into the heart of a soldier's mother, so the fact that Nora, and the show, drag on and on about how "what if this is it" and how Nora's so scared...it takes away from the moment. Less is more. Nora refuses to be calmed by Saul's reassurances, but she finally musters up the courage to answer the door...and it's Kitty. And rather than be grateful to see anyone but a soldier with a letter, Nora's all, "...Oh. It's you." Nora administers a brusque hug and goes right back to talking to Saul. I'm totally cool with Nora being mad at Kitty for no good reason, but that in particular read false.