January 12, 2014
Chapter 20

“Don’t you dare walk away on us,” Cordelia says behind me. “You get back here right now!” I can hear this for what it is. It’s an imitation, it’s acting. It’s an impersonation, of someone much older. It’s a game. There was never anything about me that needed to be improved. It was always a game, and I have been fooled. I have been stupid. My anger is as much at myself as at them.

All Excerpts From

Atwood, Margaret. “Cat’s eye.” Anchor Books

ludo ergo sum