this morning #1784.
this morning, when irene arrived for breakfast, she was sporting an outfit that could only be described as a “violently colorful jumpsuit.” a slapstick rainbow of splotches head to toe. interesting choice for field work. at first, nobody said anything. with her new outfit, she seemed so at ease. much more secure than usual. i know that i didn’t want to be the one to rain on her parade. it was SO LOUD though! crying out for comment. across the table from me, john fidgeted, barely able to focus on his meal. eventually, he couldn’t remain silent. “so…where’d you get that getup, irene? it’s quite bright.” she sat down with us, turned to him & said two quick words: “your mom.” we did not speak of the jumpsuit again.