“Hello, Christopher, so glad you could make it,” my mother says as she greets me by the door, “Your father and I are going to make an announcement shortly and we really wanted to tell you beforehand. I know it would just devastate your father if you learned about it like that…”
“Well,” my mother muses, “You are wearing your clothes.”
“Maybe not now,” mom replies, “But who knows. Maybe you’ll do something to anger her again. Maybe that time, wearing a dress around the house won’t be enough to make peace with her.”
“Please let me change back in my clothes, mom,” I plead, but she ignores it.