Violet handed the phone to Jay, who seemed remarkably composed considering they’d almost lost their closed-door privileges.
They’d lost them before, once when they were eight and Violet’s mom had walked in to find them playing a game of “I’ll show you mind, if you show me yours,” which at that point consisted of Violet flashing her flat-as-a-pancake chest at Jay. Her moment had come in while the bottom of Violet’s shirt was pulled up in front of her face. They never got far enough for him to show his.

Auteur: Kimberly Derting