I can just imagine her going home, flipping over the turned down photo of her married children who refuse to visit her because she is bat shit crazy and sipping on a re-heated in the microwave cup of folders coffee she made yesterday. As she looks at the photograph she gets angry that her son isn’t a raging homosexual because she has nothing to virtue signal about to her art club on Thursdays. Her ex husband on the other hand is currently on a hunting trip with her son and she only knows because some distant relative told her about it.