Joe was a lesson in input/output. At least to me.

We never talked about it, the pig nose, the clam shells that started to cover his back. No matter how close you are to a guy, there are some things you don't talk about. I know every mole and scar on quite a few women in this town because of Joe's Monday morning rundowns. But to discuss his tendency to turn to feather and fur over the meals and the years would be like pointing and giggling over a shrimp-like, well, you know. Or a port wine stain on somebody's face.