You discover a treatise on her laptop entitled “The Benefits of Venison.”

She receives a lifetime-achievement award in the mail from the American Beef Council.

At the deli, she purrs, “Hey there, killer,” to the counter boy.

She begins to display inappropriate signs of aggressiveness, like repeatedly shouting, “In your face, buddy,” during a round of putt-putt, and giving the bird to a flock of actual birds.

You overhear her tell the waiter to “make it bloody.”