The natal gene tweak trial people assured us that any powers our baby developed would be benign. The trouble is that powers kick in during toddlerhood, and as we all know, toddlers can be a menace with literally anything. Maeve can control colors with her mind. Someday, she’ll be a top-notch interior designer. For now, she turns the park swans Crayola colors, which isn’t ideal. But it’s a hell of a lot better than what she does to our clothes, skin, and hair. Or her own. There will be no family Christmas card this year.
Love,
Amber & Forrest
I guess I’ve moved out?
I was on a walk—trying to sort out my life—and I got caught in an intense rainstorm. The only thing open was this spooky, dark shop. I went in anyway. “Choose your magic,” an eerie voice said. And there was my umbrella, bright and rainbowy like the one I had as a kid, but big. The tag promised it would “Take you anywhere you ask.” It wasn’t even that expensive. What the hell? I thought. When I opened up the umbrella, I whispered “Take me home.”
I held on for dear life as the umbrella ZOOMED me up into the air toward your house … but then it kept going! Hours later it set me down in this … commune, I guess. I’m a little scared to go in, but maybe I live here now?
Love,
Amy
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