June paints Cass. She's in love with her, and Cass is in love right back — my first love story between two girls, and I meant all of it.
Then there's Cass's father: the widower the whole street trusts, and — because it's me — the worst thing in the house. He can't stand that his girl went and picked a girl, so across one summer he sets out to prove she picked wrong — slow, patient, kind the whole way — with June kept in the room to watch him do it.
One house. One summer. A love story the whole way through, and the taking-apart of that love at the same time, braided too tight to pull one out clean.
Nobody gets out. What they keep, he never gets to touch.
It's all very pretty. That's the point.
More soon.
— Kinjite