“How are we feeling about butt stuff lately?” I gasped. The one thing in the world that could distract me from my current emotional turmoil was the second reason my friends and I loved coming to Mordecai’s. The first was, of course, the best drag queens in the business, coupled with a fabulous bloody Mary and great brunch menu. The second was seated in the booth next to us. Our weird obsession. The romance novelists.
