Deb's back at Karen's Café. I guess they did decide to go into a partnership. I mean, hell, the only reason Deb didn't want to work was because of Nathan, and, well, his emancipation has kind of left her with some time on her hands. Anyway, she's wiping down the countertops with abandon. Karen jokes, "If the countertops get any cleaner we're not going to need plates." Deb snaps out of her reverie and apologizes. Then she says, "How terrible of a mother am I that my son wants to divorce me?" Karen insists, "Deb, you're not Mommie Dearest." Moira's hair looks cute; it's all curly. I just watched her in The Safety of Objects and she did a really good job. I know I've slammed her in these pages before, but Moira adds a certain something to this show…an unnamed quality, I can't quite put my finger on it…oh, yeah, she doesn't suck ass like some of the other quasi-parents with teenagers in the land of The WB. That's right, Joey's sister Bessie. I'm looking at you. Anyway. Enough of living in the past; Karen continues, "Nathan's hurt, but he'll forgive you. It's just going to take some time." And in a moment of non-subtle television "irony," and I use that word with caution, the King of Hurt comes through the door.