a
rule； he liked bitter drinks？truly lousy black coffee and vodka straight from the bottle。 This punch
was way too 。 。 。 fruity。
Better learn to love it！
？Oh； I just went through your e…mails；？ Jeanette piped in。 ？Your gmail was open when I
borrowed your puter。 What a writer this Greg is！？ She patted him affectionately on the head；
and Dan noticed that Vanessa had followed them into the kitchen and was now zooming in on
Dan？s red face。
？I？ve been showing Greg here the mostadorable pictures of you； Daniel！？ Jeanette linked her arm
through Greg？s and grabbed a worn manila envelope off of the kitchen counter with her other
hand。 Dan watched in horror as his mother released Greg and proceeded to spread out a bunch of
creased old photos of Dan as a kid on the kitchen counter…top。 ？I was just telling Greg how funny
you were as a little boy？whenever you played dress…up； you always raided my closet。 Dresses and
jewelry； the sparklier the better！？ Dan stared down unprehendingly at a photograph of himself
at five years old； dressed in a frilly purple cocktail dress； his hips cocked defiantly。
？And you see！？ Jeanette continued； tapping a sloppily painted rainbow nail against the
photograph。 ？He was always stealing my lipstick； too！？ Greg and Jeanette chuckled together；
lightly touching each other？s arms。
？I did the exact same thing when I was a kid！？ Greg giggled。 ？And yet my parents were
somehow surprised when I came out？can youeven ？？ ？Oh； we always suspected things might turn
out this way。？ Jeanette smiled admiringly； reaching over to smooth down Dan？s messy brown hair。
Dan looked up to see if Vanessa was still filming； but she seeme