Chapter 19

“Chad,” I said, “do you have a day job?”

He was now slipping inside his dress, his face covered. “Nope. This is it,” came the muffled reply. “Twice a week. Three this week. Connie’s being off screwed up the schedule.”

“And before this?”

“College,” he said, his handsome face reappearing.

I smiled as I continued getting into my outfit. “They teach drag in college?”

He smiled in return. “Princeton. Drama major. Drag is simply getting into character.”