Helena Hunting

can still make out the vibrant blue hue

My mother frowns. “You’re almost thirty, sweetie. I know your career is important

That I’m ashamed of how I came to be, or that I’m here, and my sister, their real child, didn’t even survive three days.

“Why must you always be so damn positive about every fucking thing, King?” Bishop gripes. Bishop is a bit of a pessimist and not much of a people person.

But then I remember I didn’t find any condom wrappers the next morning.

“We didn’t use protection.”

“But I’m not a hockey wife or girlfriend.”

“Yet.” Violet’s smirk grows wider.

“That’s it, good girl. Bend your knees a little.”

Dogs want your approval; cats want your submission.”