Tom's sister Kate smiles warmly as they say their goodbyes at the front door.
"It is delightful meeting you, Kyle," she says. "See you at the wedding. You're always welcome to come back!" She closes the door gently behind them as they make their way back to their car.
Kate's house was far from inviting. The living room was cluttered with piles of dirty clothes, and a layer of mildew covered the damp walls. The stench of a litterbox filled the dining room, as fresh shit steamed inside it. For dinner, she served a hot dog casserole topped with globs of mayonnaise that seemed to have been sitting out in the unsanitary kitchen all day, attracting flies. Kyle couldn't help but stare at the steaming pile of shit in the litterbox, even though the putrid smell made him want to retch.
As Kate got up from the table to get more food for herself and Tom, Kyle noticed bits of kitty litter on her chair and trailing behind her. But he kept his criticism to himself; after all, he had just gotten engaged to Tom and he didn't want to start a fight about Kate's messy home and horrible meal before their three-hour drive back home.
As they sit in the car, Kyle turns to Tom and asks, "What breed of cat does Kate have?"
Tom responds, "She's never had a cat. Why do you ask?"
"Huh," Kyle grunts.
Then Tom says, "Hold on, I need to run back inside really quick and take a shit before we hit the road".