But I know better. Maybe it’s because I was raised with a sister, or maybe it’s because I’ve spent my life on the outside, peering through a yearning distance at the games girls play, memorizing every turn and trick with the desperate hope that one day I’d be invited to play along, too. So of course I know better. And of course a beast of cunning and misdirection like myself recognizes what’s happening here. Camouflage.
