“Could have knocked me over with a feather,” Mickey said. “We were married for twenty-two years and I never knew she liked girls.” “Everybody knew but you,” Thompson said. “She wore your clothes and smoked cigars.” “They weren’t cigars,” Mickey said. “They were blunts. They were cigar wrappers filled with pot.” “I didn’t know that,” Thompson said. “I guess that’s okay, then.”
