““You should take Dwayne out and show him the town—maybe go to the beach or stroll down Main Street.” “She’s got that covered,” Dwayne squealed. “We’re going to a drag show!” “In Hung?” I asked Granny. “There’s a drag club in Hung?” “Three,” she replied. “And two Shifter strip clubs.” How did I not know this? I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek. If she was still disrobing in public, I didn’t want to know. There wasn’t a therapist alive that could wipe that image out of my brain. “Okay,””
