“He wants to rut with every bitch in town like a dog, so I told him if he wants back in my place, he’ll wear a dog collar.” She holds up a tiny remote control. “A shock one.” Say what you want about the trailer park, but you don’t get this sort of entertainment everywhere. “I don’t see a dog collar,” I remark. Donna smirks and nods toward her husband. “That’s because it’s not around his neck.”
