
Me trying to keep a low profile while the family is saying grace at the picnic.
Me, throwing sheets over a tables of lit candles, bones, statuary, quoting Stevie: ““All you have to do is come by my house, drop in, there’s no like owls, y’know…”
I should clarify: I showed up to July 4th wearing a floor-length black dress and a chicken foot around my neck, then proceeded to make faces at all the teen heretics through the entirety of the blessing. I am not at all covert.




