Greg, Kevin and I sat on a couch intended for the bereaved, watching rather amusedly as Patrick talked Aldo through the fineries of tuxedos.
“Now, what is the most important part of a tux?” Patrick quizzed Aldo.
“The jacket?” Aldo asked.
“Nope,” Patrick turned his attention to us. “Ben? Kevin? Gr—”
Greg was picking his nails with a Swiss Army Knife.
“All right, just Ben and Kevin, help me out here?”
“The fit?” Kevin suggested.
“The cummerbund?” I joked.
Patrick shook his head. “Wrong and double-wrong.” Protectively, he wrapped an arm around Aldo’s shoulders and guided him to the rack of tuxes. “It’s the attitude. You think James Bond would look half as good in a tux if he didn’t look like he knew he belonged in it? Do you think Bogey could separate those forties chicks from their g
