...and then we cross-fade into a parking lot that's flecked with snow. Betty gets out of her car and is walking toward the bank, I think, when she pauses and makes for another automobile. In it, we see Glen, Helen's kid who was the catalyst for the special on slapped divorcees in Aisle Five. Glen rolls down the window and tells Betty that he's not supposed to talk to her. She looks kind of surprised, and asks who told him that. Glen: "My mother and my father." Ouch. It's not like she should be surprised, but it can't make Betty feel too great that the divorced couple has gotten together on the issue of her being a freak. After a moment, though, Betty says she doesn't care, and tells him that she can't talk to anyone, and how sad she is. Thank GOD she's finally acknowledging this and breaking free of her mother's sweetness-and-light training -- realizing to what degree following society's conventions feels like prison, as so artfully shown in "Shoot." Now if she'll only admit it to someone who's hit puberty. Glen holds out his mittened hand for her, and she takes it as she begins to cry. He asks her not to, but she can't oblige him as she begs him to tell her she'll be okay. He says he doesn't know if that's the case, and that he wishes he were older, presumably so he'd be better placed to give her advice and solace. Betty: "Adults don't know anything, Glen." I'll back her up on that. Glen implies that his mom will be returning soon, and Betty wipes her eyes and leaves him.