Lynette checked herself out in the mirror. The scowl made the crowsfeet even deeper, and she doesn't like to look old. Thinking of the sight of John, her feckless son-in-law, pawing that floozie at the mall, just an hour after she talked to him at the office, that made her blood boil all over again.
What was she going to tell Dan, her husband?
For the tenth time, she played the scene out in her head:
John laughs. "Your mother also said to tell you your problem wrangler is on the List."
"I hope you told her have us over for supper when his day comes."
"We're penciled in for the Fourth of July."
Revenge, after all, is a dish best served barbecued.