"What, you think I've got nothing better to do?" Mrs. King shot back. She couldn't hide the smile on her face, so happy she was practically dancing.
"Mom, are you sure that's the right expression for this?" Carla King asked, staring speechlessly at her mother's excitement.
'Seriously, is this woman really my mother? My husband cheated on me—with his own sister—and she's *smiling* about it?'
"No, I'm just too excited. This kind of drama—where the wife finds out her husband is cheating, catches the mistress in bed, and then gives them a brutal beating—I've been playing that scene out in my head for ages. It's a shame your dad, that useless bum, was too faithful. I could only ever imagine it. Now I finally get to see it for real. This is so exciting!"
