ʺWell, well, well,ʺ I said. ʺIf it isnʹt the people responsible for unleashing Rose
Hathaway on the world. Youʹve got a lot to answer for.ʺ
My parents stood before me in their typical and wildly contrasting clothing. My
mom wore the same guardian outfit I did, a white shirt with black slacks and jacket. Abe
was … well, Abe. He had on a black pinstripe suite, with a black dress shirt underneath.
Splashed against the darkness was a bright, lemon-yellow paisley tie. A matching
handkerchief peeped out one of the jacketʹs pockets. Along with his gold earrings and
chains, he also wore a black fedora, which was a new addition to his outlandish
wardrobe. I guess he wanted to go all out for an event like this, and at least it wasnʹt a
ʺDonʹt blame us,ʺ said my mother. ʺWe didnʹt blow up half of Court, steal a dozen
cars, call out a murderer in the middle of a crowd, or get our teenage friend crowned
ʺActually,ʺ said Abe, ʺI did blow up half of Court.ʺ
Abe matches up with you pretty well.
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