“I know what you mean,” I said absently.
Gladys eyed me dubiously from behind her sunglasses.
“Do you, now? Well, I took it to a whole new level, kiddo. Even started watchin’ soap operas for acting tips, you know? But after a few years starrin’ in The Pious Patty Show, I was bored outta my gourd. That all ended one night in Hoboken when I got up to sneak a late-night smoke. Ran right into the husband of the house. One look at me in my nightgown caused that man to ‘revive’ somethin’ of his own, if you know what I mean.”
I was pretty sure I didn’t want to hear what came next. But I was powerless to stop the old lady. Gladys was barreling down memory lane in a Mack truck with no brakes....
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