I Walk the Line

“It was so odd,” my mom pauses her game of FreeCell on her iPad.

“Mmmm,” Dad mumbles from the couch, non committal to contributing the conversation.

“In the locker room, after swimming, Evie was talking about the party again and all the art…”

“She was super fun,” I interrupt.

“She is. I like her a lot. But it was so strange…she was under the impression that the nude in the hallway?”

“Mmmm?” This time in question form. It appears Dad IS contributing to the conversation.

“The charcoal Thom did,...