Shelley's eyes are the window into a batshit crazy soul. She isn't happy now. Anyone who has seen a Roxy scene knows that Shelley is a whore who loves the cock. The only reason she is doing this Pink Cross busybody shit is cuz her husband's buddies found out that Shelley was a PW, and hubby is trying (from his point of view) to make chicken salad out of chicken shit. As a result she is a divided self, torn between her true whorish nature and the church lady facade imposed upon here by her hubby. It is not too late Shelley. Come back. If Robbye Bentley can mint, then you can, too.