As usual, I missed the denouement. I feel rather deflated, like I did the morning after eating a bean salad, when the missus kicked me out of bed.
Seriously, where will I get my cheap and relatively painless entertainment now? April's turning out to be a bummer of a month. First the bowdlerization of one of the more entertaining sections of the forum, and now Anita goes and gets herself excommunicated. Still, I suppose the crime of raping the English language deserves some sort of penalty.
I wouldn't worry too much about the woman's circumstances. The road show will probably travel on to the next likely looking burg. The tent will go up, the pennants and streamers will flutter gaily in the breeze, and the mysterious Madam Mimi will manifest kidneys where none had been before.
All in a day's work.
M.