She sat ramrod straight in a chair at the glass table, raising her chin in the air as she mentally assessed me. She picked apart my clothes with her eyes, the color streak in my hair and my nail polish. I should have gotten the fake lip ring. But I did have Quinn, and my mom was being a little more reserved than usual because of his presence. It isn’t polite to fight in front of company. Not that we actually fought, mostly she went off on my appearance and I pretended to listen. And contrary to her belief, I did not dress uniquely to draw attention. It was just fun. Fishnets were fun. They looked cute with my skirt. Why not wear them? It made me feel good to be in bright colors. My mom was the complete opposite of me. The classifieds section in the newspaper was more colorful than her. “I have strict rules in this house, Quinn.” Mom nailed him with her meanest glare. “Everyone is in bed by ten, and not a minute later.
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