“If he had two thoughts at one time, they’d throw a surprise party,” Martin said mysteriously, and I nodded. “The question is, is he bad or good underneath the stupidity?” I said. “I don’t think he’s smart enough to be bad,” Martin said. The same streetlight made my husband look hard and angry. Really, he was just tired and grumpy. Maybe. “You don’t have to be smart to be bad,” I reminded him.
