“We learnt a new word today in Stay Safe class Mamai,” bubbled Izzy. “Cunnilingus”. Impressive word for a 10 year old, I was suitably impressed. I bubbled back, shooting my mouth off as ever: “Would you like to know the name of my latest story?” Izzy nodded. “Cunning Linguism,” I quipped. Izzy’s jaw dropped. “Oh!”
That was then, eight long years ago. The story remains untold, still no more than a title. This is now.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 