"I will try and talk to him." I respond elegant to Mrs McCall who is about to assassinate me with her stern murderous looks.

"Try? Why? Can't you handle your husband? What sort of a wife are you?" She fires deadly, stopping me on my trunks.

If it weren't for this thoughtful husband of hers who held her arm to stop her from bombarding me with more questions, I would be deaf by now from her unwarranted howlings.

Can she give me a break for hell's sake? I understand her sentiments as a mother, but, come the fuck on! If Jerol can bark at them the way he did, then...