Through pounding eyes, Bernard studies the ring on his finger. The memories of the last night are an alcoholic haze, leaving him only with a hangover, an empty till, and a wife on the sofa he doesn't remember anything about.
Except for long brown hair. His wife is hairy, which confuses him, because he doesn't know any hairy people, except for...
Oh Jesus God no.
Across the bookshop, Manny gets up off the sofa. Wearing a wedding dress. The two men stare at each other.
"Could be worse."
Bernard blinks. But thinks about it.
"Suppose you're right. Get another bottle open."