Honesty. That elusive thing. Marcie looked down at the phone in her hands. "She wanted me to do better than her," she said, "because she got knocked up by a war god and had to go crawling back. I only got knocked up by a jock, but she figured it was the same enough. She wanted me to have a better mom. But instead I have a shit father. And a shitty boss. And no proper friends." She lay down and rested her head on Much's leg, holding her phone up to her face. She had a text from Mal. Maybe she should go back to him and forget about all this shit. She sent him a wobbly text and pouted.