Two years earlier
"Well" Shyla said, effortlessly splitting her attention between talking to me and swerving round old cars to reach the final, "I liked getting dressed up and all, but it was kind of difficult to let go with Dad sitting ten feet away."
"Let go?" I said, watching with dismay as another computer-controlled car shot past my one.
Shyla's car sped across the finish line and a colourful 'Winner!' slogan lit up the screen. She dropped the game pad onto her lap and turned to look at me.
"Yeah, let go. Like, get into the mood of the photoshoot. Like an actress in a film. Anyway, it was cool the way I could do that in the second shoot."
"Are you kidding me?" I said. "That guy made you take of all your clothes and do that- do that fruit thing!"
Shyla squirmed a little on my
