The two of you bonded early in your otherness, but where you took your second-class status as a challenge to disprove every negative expectation chained to your ankle, Katy rejected the very concept of “expectation.” She rebelled as a small-town teen does: colorful hair, T-shirts with provocative slogans, and piercings bold enough to draw eyes on the street, but easily concealed with a down hairstyle. Though Uncle Ted diplomatically never officially declared which cousin he meant paired with which adjective, it was understood this phase was what earned Katy the moniker of “the Bad.”
