“All right,” Colby contributed, being humbly entertained by his own past, “I can justify the hair, I promise…”
“Can you, though?” Moira lifted joking eyebrows at a camera.
Colby waited a beat, romantic-comedy expert timing on full display. “…no, no, actually I can’t. Go on, then. Mock me.”
Everyone laughed more.
“Can you tell us the story anyway?” Max asked. “One more time. I mean, it’s pretty impressive. Your background—you’ve got a dad in politics, a mom who’s, like, hosting international literary parties and winning awards for her poetry, you grew up in all those exotic places…you were already basically a celebrity, right?”
“Oh, no, not at all.” Colby hid behind the coffee again. “I was…to be honest, I was rather painfully shy. We moved around so much that I was always the new kid
