“How was holiday shopping?” MindReader’sSister says to us as we walk into her living room.
“Got a dress but no bikini,” I say. “I might get a swimming suit instead.”
“Mmm. I favour a tankini. So you can lie down and roll it up and then roll it down when you need to stand.”
I think for a minute. I love to wear bikinis; the fun prints, the feel of the water on my stomach, looking at my tan lines after my holiday. “How much gut is acceptable to show on the beach?” I say. “I have quite a pouch.”
MindReader’sSister looks at me. For a minute I think she is disgusted. “At least a spare tyre is fine,” she says, gesturing around her waist. “A good roll.”