Win or Lose
After an interminable wait, my wife called for me to come down the hallway to the door of the master bedroom. Hanging from the door knob was something black with a bright post it note attached. I pulled off the note and read it, my excitement reaching a peak. ‘Put on the hood and come into the bedroom. Speak only when spoken to.’ The black object was a leather hood with a zipper in the back and holes for the eyes, nostrils and mouth. I pulled it on and zipped it into place before opening...