Winnie takes a big bite of cake. I can’t help but wonder if she did so in order to keep from saying something she’d regret. But then she groans and her eyes roll back in her head. Maybe she just really likes cake. Whatever the case, I shouldn’t be watching her as she licks her lips, groaning again and wiggling on her stool. My thoughts are no longer on her crossing lines or on my family. I am completely focused on the last woman I should be focused on.
