"Cook..."
Lying on the stinky bed, the big man yelled "Shit," then paused for a moment and tossed the dirty magazine onto the table by the bed.
He tidied up a bit and walked out of the stinky room, grumbling as he asked, "What do you want?"
Cook was already thirty-one, but he wasn't married. In the Bail Federal, living with your parents after twenty is considered a "disability." It's normal for people to leave their parents' homes and start their own families once they're independent adults with their first jobs.
But Cook hasn't done that; he's thirty-one and still hasn't left his comfort zone. This might also be why he hasn't gotten married yet since no one would like his current situation.
The old lady, unfazed by her son's loud complaints, pointed impatiently at the phone in the corner, "Damn, someone called for you. I can't imagine why anyone would call you. Is it because you don't bathe, or because you stink?"
