Chapter 66

Potsy and I leave Dee at Uniqlo in Soho and find a men’s clothing shop. Potsy holds up a clubwear shirt that would barely cover his ribcage. “Are we in the Gay Toddler section?”

“I think it’s the clothing for their dolls,” I say.

“We now know where Stan imports his clothes from.” Potsy refolds teeny jeans. “Did you see the rise on these? The fly is an inch long. Who can wear them? Eunuchs?”

Dee has found us and we veer off into a haberdashery. She insists Potsy needs a rakish chapeau now that he’s had Lasik. Watching him try on various hats as Dee sings “Smooth Operator,” I am startled to realize Potsy is notwearing glasses. He’d never mentioned to me that he was considering eye surgery.

I will soon discover this is not the only thing that hasn’t been mentioned to me.

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We sip Andy’s sangria recipe, which they always begged for, on the rooftop terrace.