It was supposed to be an even trade, but I was cheated.

It happened every time we decided to share meals.

He’d always start eating with gusto and ‘forget’ to trade until lots of the best bits were gone.

I told the story of the best way to share, that my parents had put in place for my brother and I when we were kids…one person divides, the other chooses.

I always told the story.

He always said “next time”.

I made up my mind, I was going mushrooming, there wasn’t going to be a next time.