Evan
I came home with my father, and we all sat around the table for dinner, listening to my mother go on about the new business she is starting.
“So, Mitzi came up with this wonderful palette of pink, cream, and black for the store. It has a classic chic look—something with a 1950s 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 replied.
“How do you know a drag queen?” I asked my mom.
“From that Jay guy,” my dad said, poking through his salad.
“Since Jay entered Mom’s life, she has made many new and interesting friends,” Austin laughed.
“At least I don’t have to worry about my wife sp
