Curly CoercionKit arrived at Gabby’s house armed with her wash bag of hair equipment. Gabby’s husband relieved her of the additional bulging carrier bag bumping against her shin. “I’m sorry about this.” He winced. His bushy black beard reached as far as his chest and offset the nakedness of his bald head. A toddler with enormous brown eyes and skin the colour of a perfect mochaccino blinked up at Kit, dragging on a fistful of her father’s trouser leg. She pointed at the carrier bag and grinned.
“For Mummy, baby.” Gabby’s husband lifted the child with practiced ease and dangled the carrier bag in his free hand. “I’m Kev.” He waggled his dark eyebrows at Kit. “And this is Keisha.”
“Hi Keisha.” Kit smiled at the child. A line of dribble tracked down Keisha’s baby suit. Kit managed to disgui
