"I doubt it. He's sleazy."
"How do you know if you can't remember Saturday night?"
"His reputation is wide-reaching."
She gasped and spun round, knife in hand. "Is he famous?"
"No-o."
But Mom either didn't hear me, or she heard my hesitation and guessed I was lying. "Oh my God, my little girl is married to someone famous. I always knew your looks would get you noticed. Of course, I always thought it would be modeling or maybe something in TV, but you never showed any inclination toward that side of things after the pageant disaster in fourth grade, but I always held out hope."
"Mom, stop."
"Is he an actor?"
"Mom."
"Sports star?" She gasped. "There was a golf tournament in Vegas over the weekend. Is he a golfer?"
"No!"
"Because it's okay if he is. Golfers aren't the sexiest sport
