Or else why would they constantly do exactly what you tell them to do? Letting it go slack -- so loose you could skip rope with it -- and then reeling them in again? Giving them just enough to hang themselves with, as long as you can keep them. As long as they are yours.

Coop heads to the giftshop, the better to buy a greeting card; they don't sell cards for this kind of thing, because this kind of thing is specific and new and hopeful. The maybe one upside of the suppression and systematic devaluation of female sexuality has been the understanding in and between women of the difference between sexual and emotional romance: Eleanor and Jackie love each other as much as Anne Shirley loved Diana Barry, as passionately and multivalently as they ever did, without getting confused about it, even with O'Hara's sexuality in the corner. And while men have always quietly done the same, it's only as recent as last week they could be as vocal about it as Eddie and Kevin, or as ridiculous, as ham-fistedly romantic, as Coop: In a world without fathers we can all do what we want.

Thanks to Jackie, Zoey has decided to ride Lenny about the whole DNR thing. She makes him apologize and beg for awhile before gifting him a grin; she is learning. She senses the stressful silence between Jackie and Eleanor, at the smoking door, and offers to have lunch again with Eleanor, whom Lenny compliments. It ends well, for the youngsters; Jackie gives Eleanor a sheepish wave as she's getting her black car.

Jackie: "I'm sorry, Kev. The last thing I meant to do was scare you. Sweetie, I'm not a moron, yes of course there's a potential for addiction, yes. I was nowhere near that. Honey, I'm not that kind of mom..."

And just like that, Pee Lady becomes part of the story too. That's what a non-addict would say, so she says it.

Eleanor drives away and Jackie runs into the street, lying carelessly to Kevin to get off the phone; Gloria's still on with the White House when Jackie asks for leave to chase Eleanor down. Apologies are not a two-way street.

Jackie: "Monday equals lunch on the terrace. Do I know you or do I know you?"
Eleanor: (That's the problem.)
Jackie: "Sloan-Kettering? Really? I trained with Brenda. Columbia Pres? I know everybody in HR. St. Luke's, I trained more than half their staff. So there is pretty much no place you can go where I can't be in 24 hours, just so you know. I'm not that easy to get rid of."
Waiter: "May I bring you..."
Jackie: "Hold your horses."
Eleanor: (Doesn't move.)