“He’s not offing himself! For what?” a second woman said, edging her walker to the front of the crowd. “Divorcing a wife who never shoulda had him to begin with—serves her right that you divorced her, she was a whore.” Seth glanced at me with an “I told you so” look. “Okay, Dorothy? I don’t like that language, remember? We said we weren’t calling her that anymore.” “Well, she is a whore.” “She’s a cousin fucker is what she is,” someone volunteered.

