Mum told me to Act Normal for Aunty Joan’s visit. I had only met the woman once; her face was as sharp as her tongue. If Aunty Joan didn’t have three sons “on the Road to Success,” I think mum would have been happy to leave me to my games like she always did. The butter tart melted in my mouth as I ate it, but I could still taste the white pill. The piney chalk sticking to my cheeks. I wasn’t sure where to find Normal in the puddle of my thoughts, but I promised to try.