Game Face
K.M. Elkes
I, Caitlyn Amy James, do solemnly swear to stick by the following rules, so help me God.
Number one – always, always, maintain game face. Two – make like the swan: maximum serenity above, paddling like the clappers below. Three – beware dad-shaped sad thoughts. These are for under the duvet only. And definitely not in front of every bottom-feeder in school assembly (but let’s give a big hand to Miss Butterfield for letting me sob it out on her made-for-grieving bosoms).
The rules will be tested tonight. Mum is in her underwear, doing flicky eyeliner in the dresser mirror ready for New Man. Three dates in and she’s already winding down the drawbridge and waving him in. The evidence of this surrender is everywhere. She’s ironed a dress. There’s napkins and a cruet se
