Miss Hermi was a welcome relief, a brief respite in the Seymour storm. She didn’t try to squeeze anything, kept her distance, and tried to answer their questions. Her problem was a simple lack of interest. She wanted to talk about Eddie and Unabelle’s honeymoon, something Mickey preferred to never think about.
“It’s so important to get a good start to the marriage, don’t you think?” Miss Hermi’s voice flowed out her papery lips, like a gently babbling brook.
Mickey looked at Delaney, who looked as clueless as Mickey felt. They both shrugged, which she seemed to take as encouragement to continue.
“Men think all that’s important is good s*x, but what about shopping? s*x is slam, bam, thank you ma’am, but you take mementos home with you.”
It was a wild guess, but Mickey had a feeling that
