Who?

The other evening, just before I went to bed, The Man said,

"I found some CDs of yours today, when I was cleaning up downstairs."

"Really? " I said. "I'll have a look in the morning. Don't throw them out."

"There were two," he said. "One of them is Fleet Macwood."

I needed an extra long pause to digest this information. I knew there was something funny about what he'd said. I just couldn't figure out what it was, at first.