31: Clipped Wings

Kevin I snap a photo of my tux and send it to Aunt Relly. Her and her furry tux prank she played. She never even fell for my orange dress joke. I snap a photo of the offending orange tux with white fur lapels. And send it to her too. “Maybe Hunter could wear this to his senior prom one day?” Her reply is almost instant. “He’ll be taller than you and his father long before then.” I chuckle ruefully at that. He will. My cousin is already huge. Another text. “By the way, tell Polly I like the artwork above her bed….” With a tongue emoji. I roll my eyes. The shark queen is as sharp as the shark. I haven’t left Polly’s except to grab clothes to stay with her. Dad knows where I am but said he’d keep it quiet for multiple reasons. I outed myself with those photos. Polly made me a very