If I were Gail, I think the bell would have gone off when Michael had a major hissy fit in the registry office. Yes, he had cause to be angry. She was so late that they missed their wedding appointment. But he went way over the top. How do you go back to happy-happy after that? She had an escape hatch handed to her on a platter. Being Gail, however, she didn’t take it.
Gail and Michael are likeable people – separately. Together, their cooing and billing makes them the sort of couple that I want to stay as far away from as is possible. We know Gail’s history with men. Her romantic life is a trainwreck.
Michael seems nice enough. But wouldn’t most people seriously consider the thought process that went into his decision to turn to burglary? Gail excuses it as understandable desperation on his part and it’s become their ‘story of how we met’. Michael excuses anything dubious that he does or says with ‘how can I believe she really loves me? I broke into her house, and I have a dodgy ticker.’ That’s the cue for Gail to start cooing about how wonderful he is.
The day after their wedding fiasco, uncomfortable coziness at the breakfast table, eating toast and reading the paper. Michael questions his luck in having a cardiac test that day, Friday the 13th. A joke, he tells an upset Gail, to cheer you up. Yeah, that should do it. Then a knock at the door. “Another long-lost husband you haven’t told me about?”, Michael asks. Another joke! Funny! A new string on his passive-aggressive bow.
You’d think by now Gail would have bat-like detection abilities for anything even slightly off about a man’s personality or background. Evidently not. But there’s still time. Now you’ve seen Michael when things don’t go his way and you’re embroiled in the nasty story of his son, run Gail!