Emma wanted to erase her devastating memory. The kaleidoscope of butterflies scudded in her belly and the same kaleidoscope was knocking sideways by the breach of trust in her first relationship. She steered her dawn making breakfast for her husband and children. In the gloaming, she transmuted herself into an alluring girlfriend. She navigated through the clandestine passageways, like twirling fork in her fingers and her evening culminated in a room to meet her studly athletic love. Her unresolved grief and abysmal anguish never poured her heart out on to him. This left her in deep prolonged blues as she played false.