“I have a new job.” Jealousy tightens my throat, and I want to cry. How can he get a legitimate job when I can’t? “Meet Dickie Normous. I’m at the Palm Club every Thursday at nine. You should check out my show.” “Dickie Normous?” “Say it again.” His eyes twinkle, and I comply. “I’m not getting it.” “Good lord, Gia, did you actually grow up in a convent? It’s wordplay, a double entendre. Dick enormous.” It clicks, and a laugh hits me so hard, I cover my mouth. Then I pinch my nose when I snort. “Why is that your stage name?” “Everyone has a cheeky stage name in drag. It’s part of my persona.”
