school sweetheart. We’re pretty happy, I guess. She’s not great-looking but she’s my wife. It’s like the clams.” “Excuse me?” Eddie said. “The wife, the clams . . . I mean, maybe it’s not the most exciting choice, but it works,” the clam-truck driver explained. “I wanted my own trucking business, at least my own truck. I didn’t want to drive for nobody else. I used to haul lots of things—other stuff. But it was complicated. When I saw I could make it with just the clams, it was easier. I kind of lapsed into the clams, you might say.”
