Why is anyone pretending that Tammy doesn’t know the extent of Jack’s chronic issues or disability? She knows damned well he’s a stroked-out invalid; and is quite literally his right hand whenever Jack needs to wipe his ass, buckle himself in, turn his Earthbound hats the wrong way around, hold a lighter under the coat hanger he scratches his scrotum with, make a “come hither” motion at one of the dogs so he can nurse, press the “enter” key on Pornhub, squeeze a giant bottle of mustard, push his eyeglasses up his nose, get ice cubes out of a tray, retract his foreskin so the beetles can skitter out, put his scooter in reverse, manually turn his head, turn a door knob while backing into it greedily, leave the toilet seat up, adjust the focus on binoculars, fluff the bloody scooter cushions, unscrew the lid on a jar of seasoning and place it into his left hand, slap Tammy’s ass, throw a boomerang, load a stack of suppositories into a Pringle’s can on the floor, assemble his telescope, hold the shoe horn, turn the pages of an upside-down, children’s illustrated study bible, do armpit farts, etc.
She is 100% just placating him for as long as she’s able to continue taking new life insurance policies out on him.
