Stinky’s mother reads an article that lists ten ways to tell if your husband is cheating:
Then you came home at three and turned your back on me!
You’ve been lying in the dark for five hours waiting for him to come home and even if he does smell like close out perfume from the Dollar Store and you think a man with a stomach the size of his looks ridiculous wearing a pink rayon jock; what you’ve been waiting for all those hours wasn’t a view of his hairy back in the moonlight. He’s colder than the leg of lamb you would gladly take out of the freezer, beat him to death with, roast and feed to his fat, meddling mother to get rid of the evidence. Lord have mercy! Men aren’t the only people with needs.