As soon as we set foot on the front porch, the door flies open, and Seph greets us dressed like a fifties housewife in a black and white polka dot dress, a red, frilly apron around her waist, her hair styled and full makeup on. It’s a major departure from the usually laid back look she tends to prefer. “What the hell happened to you?” I ask, and her smile turns to a scowl, and she punches me in the shoulder. “Ow, damn, I just meant you look different than you usually do.”
