Listen, Irene. If I was just playing him, do you think I’d be out here in this walking the dogs? Jesus! If I were just playing, I’d be trailer trashing south for Arizona instead of here in winter walking his goddamned dogs.
You think I like walking the goddamned dogs. In weather that would kill a normal human being? I only walk them because if I didn’t he’d think I was just a passing phase in his very confused and blumfredder life. And likely there’d be shit on the livingroom rug and dog piss in the pantry. I seen this place before.
So don’t go all accusing on me, Irene. Except for the dogs, he’s a great human being. And I don’t mind the dogs except they need walking in December when its #*($ below freezing and wind is hurricane cold.
I got this, Irene. Dogs, washing dishes, his awful coffee and all. I got this.