Debbie's kitchen. Jennifer tells Debbie and Vic that Justin's still doing pretty badly. He's having nightmares. He won't let anyone touch him. He's having nightmares about people touching him. His doctors say it's a normal reaction to the attack, but Jennifer's finding it difficult to see her son in so much pain. Vic offers her some coconut cake, which he made as a warm-up for Gus's birthday party. Turns out Vic used to be a pastry chef: "Black bottoms were my specialty." Yes. He actually said that. I have finger imprints imbedded in a cider bottle to prove it. Jennifer tries the cake, and says it's delicious. Vic grins, "We faggots are a talented bunch." Debbie adds, "And indestructible, too. If AIDS, crackpot Christians, and fucking Republicans can't destroy you, then nothing can! " Where were the Violins of Minority Perseverance for that speech? I could have lent mine if someone had asked. Vic adds that Justin will make it, too. Jennifer smiles hopefully, and excuses herself to go pick up some girl named Molly from her play date. Molly, Molly. Where have I heard that name before? Debbie walks Jennifer to the door and says, "You know, Jennifer, they say that a boy's best friend, especially a gay boy, is his mother. But maybe he needs someone else. Someone who can get close to him. Or maybe, someone who he wants to get close to." Huh. Like who? She doesn't say. I guess we'll never know. Jaysus. Jennifer snaps that she just can't, not after what happened! Besides, she can take care of Justin herself! Darn it! And how can she lay this all on Brian's shoulders? Justin was having problems with Hobbes way before the prom. Where's her anger at the boy who bashed her son's brains out? And news flash: Justin's always going to be gay. And there's always going to be some asshole who's going to be pissed off about it. Jennifer honestly thinks that Justin's going to be safe as long as he stays away from Brian? Hello? If you try to shove Justin back in the closet, then the terrorists win, Jennifer.