As I’m puttering around in the kitchen, waiting for Tex, my parents, and Owen to get home for supper, Seth is at the computer, humming along with David Bowie on his i-pod.
Me: Honey?
Seth (only slightly grumpily): What?
Me: You may have been raised in a den of lesbians, but the music was good.
Seth (unable to stop from grinning): That’s true.
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