Karen and Keith are also enjoying a late meal. They seem as nervous as Haley and Nathan. She says, "So the other night after the SBL banquet you said something." He fiddles with his food for a second: "Yeah, I know." Karen continues, "You said you weren't the person you wanted to be." He looks at her. She continues, "I feel the same." Keith says softly, "Well, maybe it's time we changed that." Karen agrees, "I want to." She laughs, "But I'm a little scared." Keith is very masculine when he says, "You don't have to be, promise." Karen puts her fork down, turns to him, and says, "Good. 'Cause there's something I want to talk to you about." Him too. "You first," he says. Karen takes a deep breath: "I got accepted to this cooking program in Italy. It's been a dream of mine since I was a teenager." He tries to hide his disappointment by saying, "Wow! That's great." Pause. "When would you leave?" Karen: "Ah, um, right away actually. I have to leave the day after tomorrow." For how long? "Six weeks." Karen starts babbling at this point: "But do I really have the right to go traipsing halfway across the world when I have a son and a business that I need to worry about?" Keith: "Well, you've got good instincts. What does your gut say?" She nods her head: "That I should go." Blah you should trust that, blah spent her whole life putting Luke first, blah good kid, blah time for yourself, blah your own dream blah. Karen: "That's what Lucas said." Keith: "Well, he's right." Keith holds up his wine glass: "Here's to your great adventure." They clink glasses and take a sip of wine.
Brooke sits next to Peyton on the bed. The poor girl is still unconscious. Luke comes in with coffee for both of them. He says, "Still sleeping?" Brooke nods. He passes her the cup. She stands up and says, "I don't know how you do it." Luke replies, "It's easy. The directions are on the bag." She laughs: "You know what I mean, you gave up everything to help her after what happened at Nathan's house." Yeah, if by "everything" she means hanging out down at Riverside Courts like he's probably done every Saturday since he was twelve; I don't think it's that much of a sacrifice. And Saint Lucas rears his beatific little head again; now, he's The Boy Who Gave up Basketball To Save A Girl. Yawn. Luke says, "She told you about that?" Brooke shrugs. Then she says, "A little. Look, the thing about Peyton, it's really hard for her to let her guard down, but when she does, she's got this amazing heart, you know." Luke takes a sip of coffee and says flirtatiously, "Sounds like something the two of you have in common. Who knew?" Brooke inserts her foot right on up to her thighbone into her mouth with her next comment: "So, you don't have any brothers, do you?" She squints as soon as the words come out of her mouth, realizing her mistake. Luke turns ice cold and says, "You mean, besides Nathan, right?" But then they laugh. So, everything's okay. Brooke asks, "How'd that work anyway?" I raise my arms to the roof and yell a couple of "hallelujahs" for the show continually dealing with the truth of both Luke's and Nathan's existences.