John (Guest)

We, of course, come out.

We're playing done.

My mother hears this.

Now, having gone through the horror scene earlier, hasn't quite put two and two together.

She comes out, starts yelling at him.

They're going back and forth.

Finally, you know, something along the lines was said of get your animal son off of my property or animal brother or whatever it was.

Yeah.

So to give you an idea, you know, my mother is kind of a definition of New York grit for her to stand up to this person that doesn't really know what's going on.

Yeah.

Just an idea of the type of person that she can be.

She had received a Christmas card a few years prior to this from someone that she had deemed wronged her.

Who knows what it was?

She thought the best course of action was to take that Christmas card, tear it up into about 100 pieces, gently put it back in an envelope, address it, also put a return address, which was her house, and mail it back to the person.

Right.

Okay.

Sending a signal.

She can hold a grudge.

She can hold a grudge and she's seen some stuff.

So the yelling is going on close to becoming physical.