Beth Sherman

Nicole never gets out of her dressing gown until noon. The pink polyester is silky, with a slash of magenta ribbon at the waist. When a spaghetti strap breaks, she fastens it back on with a paper clip. The nightgown makes her feel like a movie star. Marcus enjoys scuttling across the fabric, waving his antennae. He’s the showman. Bold. Adventurous. Walter is shyer. They’re clean flies, always brushing some invisible substance off their adorable faces, red eyes gleaming.