They don't have to know that he seems embarrassed about his porn ads, that Rosie laughs about his groupies or that their sixth child was born in March. He jokes that it might improve his image but, in fact, if he wanted to do that, he could make the section much warmer and fuzzier by showing some of his household's other inhabitants, among them a cat, two lovebirds and a pair of hamsters. Sometimes she uses Michael's old bedroom computer to surf the Web. She's not allowed to look at Gore Gallery or Houston Roadkill. It's instinct, she shrugs.
People like to look at dead people.
She laughs when, after chatting in their living room, I ask Michael if I could ride along while he hunts for roadkill. She says you don't find many women who want to do that. If Rosie's in the van, Michael doesn't stop for roadkill. Not unless it's really topnotch. Not five minutes after we photographed the flattened cat, Michael spots a bird.