"Thank you," Malcolm told him with all the weight of vindication.

"Don't encourage him," Jessica deadpanned. "If they do bring us chicken, he'll pick it apart like a crow that found a carcass in the road."

"And thank you, mother," Malcolm added.

"The second psychiatrist I took you to when you were a child said all this food nonsense was psychosomatic," she pointed out.

"You fired him really loudly when he told you I was crazy."

"That doesn't mean he didn't have any valid points. But even so, I wasn't paying him to tell me what he couldn't do."

"I'm pretty sure he was more interested in what he could do and that was directed at you rather than me."

"I was never that drunk when I brought you there," she said with mild disgust.

He took a drink of scotch and didn't comment on that.

Ainsley rolled her eyes at them and looked at Raylan.

"Ugly makes the most compelling stories. Do you think people around there would talk to a reporter?"