As if Fuddy Meers didn't feel crowded enough with afflictions and lunatic crises that distance us more and more from the players as their secret relationships emerge, the playwright introduces a moment of "domestic violence" intervention late in the second act, when a son attempts to attack his abusive father. With the revelation of why the kidnapper is deaf, why he wants the amnesiac, and the trauma that produces her condition, director George H. Brown obscures his too-frantic pileup of desperate acts in a sudden firecracker flash of wisdom by Weeks, who goes from a blank slate to Oprah-knowledgeable about family abuse patterns with questionable speed. On opening night, she was the show's weak link in terms of laughs, directed as she was to wander through the loonieness with wide eyes and a beatific smile. It's a too literal interpretation for a chronically forgetful woman with a core of pain in her recent past, but the effect of her onstage isolation does underscore just how disconnected Abaire's sense of the human comedy is.