CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Curly CreativenessThe choir tunic flapped around Kit’s shins as she tried to keep up with Jerry. He strode through the school gate after acknowledging a woman strolling around with children clinging to her hands and her skirt. His long stride carried him across the playground before Kit had taken decent stock of her surroundings. Children milled everywhere, eating, gesticulating and screeching about an invisible disaster. A group of miniature people jogged in a circle for no particular reason. Three children clopped past on imaginary horses and a chunky girl neighed at her.
Kit’s confidence shriveled in her chest as many turned in her direction, pointing and whispering behind their hands. She spun and pressed her finger against the gate latch. Jerry liked food. She c
