fingers。　？Or　the　Chelsea　dudes　with　too　many　hair　products　who　always　wear　those　fantastic　Marc

Jacobs　shirts？　Or　the　nerdy　intellectual…but…still…hot…hipster　Brooklyn　guys　girls　always　wish　were

straight？　That？s　probably　more　your　scene。？　She　smiled　knowingly　and　stretched　her　arms　over

her　head。

Dan　shook　his　head　in　disbelief。　He　felt　like　he？d　just　landed　on　Planet　Strange。　Who　was　this

person　pretending　to　be　his　baby　sister？　？Since　when　do　you　hang　out　onChristopher　Street　？？　he

muttered；　pletely　astonished。　Even　his　little　sister　knew　more　about　being　gay　than　he　did。　It

was　totally　depressing。

？Never　mind　about　that。？　Jenny　giggled；　reaching　down　and　unzipping　her　bursting…at…the…seams

L。L。　Bean　duffel　bag。　？Is　Mom　in　your　room？？　She　whispered；　gesturing　toward　the　closed

bedroom　doors　on　the　other　end　of　the　apartment。

？Yeah；？　Dan　replied；　sitting　up　and　scratching　his　arms　sleepily。　Jenny　had　apparently　cured　his

insomnia。　？Vanessa　and　I　are　sharing　your　old　room。？　？Then　I　guess　it？s　sofa　city　for　me。？　His

sister　sighed；　pulling　out　a　bulging　floral　toiletry　case　from　her　bag。　Dan　stood　up；　raising　his　arms

over　his　head　and　yawning　loudly。　As　weird　and　unexpected　as　it　was　to　have　both　his　mother　and

Jenny　home；　it　felt　kind　of　nice　to　have　everybody　under　one　roof。

Well；almost　everybody　。　。　。　there？s　one　roommate　still　missing。

Just　then；　the　door　to　his　room　creaked　open；　and　their　mom　shuffled　out；　picking　sleep　from　the

corners　of　her　eyes。　Her　voluminous　pink　robe　billowed　out　behind　her　as　she　moved；　her　fuzzy

slippers　scraping　the　floor。　Dan　watched　as　her　eyes　focused　on　her　youngest　child；　and　her　face　lit

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