Next we see Janice at Hazel's standing outside in the middle of the day, talking about how she's doing a family meal for Nathan's birthday, but he's still insisting on a party on Canal Street. As Janice tells Hazel that Nathan will be dropping by after school to discuss the party, a silver compact car pulls up and Stuart's mother, Margaret, climbs out. "Hello, stranger," Hazel says as Margaret approaches somewhat hesitantly. It's been six or seven years since they've seen each other, and Margaret asks if she's interrupting anything. "No, I thought you'd pop by," Hazel tells her. "Two more mothers; we'll be selling jam!"
Inside, the three of them sit at the kitchen table, smoking cigarettes and having a natter. Hazel tells Margaret that she knew Vince was gay when he was fourteen. Margaret asks her when she knew that Stuart was gay. "About the same time," Hazel responds sympathetically. Janice says she realized when Nathan was only eleven years old. "I did," she emphasizes. "When I'm on supply teaching, you go into a school, and there's a boy, just sitting there. And it's shining out of him." Janice asks Margaret if she ever suspected that Stuart liked boys. "I must have done. Must've," she says, as if she's trying to recover a repressed memory. "No...I don't think I did." "Try not to think about the arse thing. People tend not to like the arse thing," Hazel tells her. "Well I'm not trying it again," Janice says, and is greeted with silence. "The arse thing," she clarifies, to hoots of laughter from Hazel and Margaret. "Janice Maloney! Not with Roy!" Hazel asks incredulously. "Oh, yes, Mr. High and Mighty!" Or, as I prefer to call him, Mr. The Anus is for Shit. So maybe that quote was just down to him being jealous of Nathan for getting regular field trips to Cadbury Crescent. Either way, sad man. "I quite like it myself," Hazel comments, referring to anal sex. "You can read a book at the same time." Yeah, I hear Ruptured Colons and You is a good read. (Just kidding. There's only so much I'm willing to say about this topic, in the interest of my modesty and your appetites, kids.) Everyone laughs, and then Janice and Hazel fall silent, glancing at Margaret. "Well don't look at me," she tells them. "It's a foreign language." Janice tells her she's got a lot to learn about this gay thing. "Still, I've got Stuart to thank for that," she says. "Did, uh...?" Margaret can't quite ask if her if their sons have bumped uglies. "With Nathan? Yes," Janice answers. "That's nice," Margaret says. Aw, she's trying. That's cute. "What does Nathan do?" she asks. Before Janice can answer, Hazel interrupts and says he's a student. Margaret asks Janice what he's studying. "Your son, mostly," she replies. He may be studying Stuart, but I think it's safe to say that he's teaching the class on being an annoying-ass little punk. Just then, Nathan enters the house and calls out, "Hiya!" Hazel looks panicked, and says she'll go tell him to sod off. Before she can get to him, he bounds in the room and opens the fridge, babbling the entire time about how long it took him to get home, how the buses were so crowded and how he thinks Via Fossa would be the best venue for his party. "This is Nathan," Janice says to Margaret. "My son. It's his birthday on Friday; we're having a party. His sixteenth." Margaret registers the most emotional non-reaction ever.