Evan
I came home with my father. We were all sitting around the table for dinner, listening to my mother go on about her new business she is starting.
“So Mitzi came up with this wonderful palate of pink, cream, and black for the store. It has a classic chic look. Like something with a 1950’s Barbie feel, I want to say.” My mom said,
“Who is Mitzi?” I asked.
“A big drag Queen.” Austin said, eating his dinner.
“Austin, Mitzi is more than just a drag Queen. She happens to be a great seamstress too. She designs all her own gowns.” My mom says.
“How do you know a drag Queen?” I asked my mom.
“From that Jay guy.” My dad said as he was poking through his salad.
“Since Jay entered mom’s life, she has many new and interesting friends.” Austin laughed.
“At least I don’t have to worry about
