Gaping in horror at the scene unfolding before my eyes, I watched as Gibs, Claire, and Liz performed that bloody dance routine in perfect sync with each other. Both girls were caked in makeup, sprouting pigtails and wearing matching pink vests. Worse, they had groomed Gibsie to within an inch of his life. His blond curls? Yeah, they were bunched together in two stumpy pigtails on either side of his head, while the pink vest he was sewn into stretched at the seams in protest.
