Chapter 33

“You’re damn right I did,” he boomed with a laugh.

“Danny, this business doesn’t make you even slightly uncomfortable?” Monica pressed.

Danny shrugged. “It’s a little weird, I guess, but Friday was pretty fun, and Ashok loves it. On stage, what do I care? It’s not like he’s prancing around the house in pearls and a poodle skirt, playing housewife. I guess it’s the same as if he was in a band or a play, right? Drag is his costume. As long as it comes off after the show, it’s not up to me to tell him not to.”

“Plus he’s gorgeous, you lucky piece a shit,” Schwartz said, waddling into his office. “The man of your dreams and a hot chick, and you don’t even have to cheat on anybody? You’ve got the fuckin’ life, my brother. Get off the kid’s back, Monica. Unless he’s stealing all your clothes.”

“I guess…”