Sublime

Creativity wants to flip the mundane world upside down and turn it inside out, and that’s exactly what a trickster does best.

“Braccas meas vescimini!” I yelled. I wasn’t sure

Pute DeLyon, the odette.

Beckett stands with me, digging around in his pocket. He’s still wearing his hot-pink fluffy earmuffs. “I’ll get the car.” “No!” comes a chorus from my sisters and Evelyn, still on the phone. Harper lobs a dinner roll right at his head.

“There’s a plastic laundry bag in the closet. Put the clothes in it, and give Pablo the empty suitcase. He can get the locks fixed, and he’ll have a two-hundred-dollar suitcase. I’ll square you with Pablo later. Okay?”