THERE was a time when Caroline was actually sweet. She would come round, touch your hand, lift your spirits, be nice to your parents (“an old soul,” they used to say), and always leave you wanting more. For a few years, in fact, good times never seemed so good. She made you smile and made life fun, even when you fought.
Then, sadly, Caroline for some reason began to sour. Bored, perhaps, of seeing just you, she started to see other people and soon provided the same service for them. She touched their hand. She lifted their spirits. She left them wanting more. After a while, to both your surprise
