So, despite the fact that Lynette is all be-masked and getting ready to go out, Gabrielle is still outside teaching Ashley to ride, but is having serious problems running in her high heels. Ashley does fairly well on the bike until she takes a spill. "Are you okay?" Gabrielle asks. "Yeah, let's go again," Ashley says. Gabrielle sighs that her heels don't have another block in them. What about tomorrow? Ashley asks. "You won't be around tomorrow because you have school," Gabrielle points out. Ashley sadly announces that she is home-schooled. So she's always around. Poor kid. I don't think she's a blackmailer, I think she's just lonesome. Gabrielle sighs. From beyond the grave, MAVO makes a painful "ride" pun.

Across the street, Susan answers the door in her towel. It's Karl. She yelps that she wanted to talk tomorrow. "You said it was important," Karl says. "Tomorrow. I'm in a towel," Susan says. Karl points out that they were married fourteen years: "I know what's under there." She lets him in with a sigh, saying that she doesn't have her "speech" prepared. "Brandi and I have plans tomorrow. I suggest you wing it," Karl says. So Susan tells him that she's been thinking about the Can Incident, and she doesn't want to be "that kind of person anymore." She needs an apology from him. Karl is stunned. "For the way you ended our marriage. You never took any responsibility for your behavior," she adds. Karl shakes his man-tanned head. "I don't now what to say, Susan. The heart wants what it wants," he explains. Oh, no he diiiin't. "What does that mean?" Susan asks, carefully. Karl helpfully reiterates that the heart wants what it wants. It wants. What it wants. "Yeah, well, my heart wants to hurt you, but I can control myself," Susan spits. Karl gets up and leaves, saying he doesn't want to go back to "that ugly space." He suggests therapy. Susan follows him out the door in her towel. "You know what? I don't need an apology! I don't need anything from you." She chases him out to the car. "You're humiliating yourself," he intones. Susan opens his car door and leans in. "You're the one being humiliated," she says. "You walked out on your family! People think you're scum, not me, so worry about yourself! I'm okay! I can walk down the street and hold my head high." She then shuts the car door on her towel, he drives off, and, look at that! She's all naked on the street. Susan gasps in horror and races back to the house. Her front door, naturally, is locked. At this, Teri Hatcher makes this cute little squeal and tiptoes over to a potted plant, which she clutches to her bare chest.