Eileen: "You'll go back up there and forget we ever had this conversation. Sure it sucks sometimes and I don't have money a lot of the time but Will, come on, what the fuck? Rome, Georgia? You're gay honey. You need to be down here GETTIN' LAID " Sometimes she'd stop and yell 'Eric. ERIC " He'd uncurl himself from a comfy spot he'd found and perhaps dozed to come see what she wanted. "We're almost out of beer honey." Her voice many decibels softer. As soon as he left she'd say "Do you think I should treat him better?" Obey: Linda gently put the receiver back on it's base, replaced her left...