I desperately want to join the black men's sacred singing group but am not sure that I can commit the time and am too shy to bring this up with Sheldon. Later at the party, I discover some home footage of a man cutting open his own thigh to reveal many fetal mice, each of which he in turn cuts open. Sadistic and clinical, I tell my mother and a dear friend at a party in the house where I grew up, yet somehow faithful to the truth! Later that night I see a photo of my cousin holding three cats at the kitchen table, and I know where the mice went.