Your father and I are on our way.
Kalie:
Laura:
Liam is furious.
Aunt Cass:
So’s Caleb.
Kalie:
Tell them to get in line.
I feel so cheap.
At that, a bunch of protests, “NOs,” and threats from my family erupt. I read them through a film of tears.
Kalie:
He took what he wanted and played me.
Grace:
I swear if he comes to the house, I’m going to take off an actual body part.
Aunt Em:
Choice. Pinking shears or scissors?
Aunt Cass:
Like our book club, I’m going to ask, why choose?
Val:
Own your smut, Aunt Cass.
Reggie:
Have any other weapons of choice, Aunt Em?
Aunt Em:
Mama:
For the love.
Mama:
Look at your elders.
Aunt Cori:
Who are you calling elder?
Aunt Holly: