“For God’s sake, is this all about the pimple?” my father said when he stepped out on the back porch. “I can’t even see the damn thing.” We all fell back in a fit of laughter. “It’s huge, Dad.” Charlotte pointed at her face, and there was literally the tiniest pimple there. “Come on, zitalicious, let’s go cover that with some concealer,” Dylan said as she led Charlotte back into the house.
