by Sparks In Shadow
Without neglecting her cards, Yvette watched as her two-year-old laughed with friends’ husbands. Her own husband was unaware.
Her daughter wasn’t banished to bed like other guests’ children. With her exuberant expressiveness and small talk about Captain Kangaroo and visits to the park, the gentlemen welcomed her, dancing with her Mary Janes balanced on their shoes while the Whist players alternated games.
Yvette’s friends predicted teenage struggles, chuckling, but Yvette had control, expert in its use.
Whispers would work on her girl, arousing restraint. By four, self-doubt and suppression whispered themselves, shadowing her steps on their own.