This is an extract from Jani Confidential (Jacana, 2015) by Jani Allan.
If you really want to know who I am, let me tell you a story. The windows of my memory are casually framing pictures of a roseate hue. I just happened, for a while, to be at the top of a layer cake with icing decorated with stars.
The story I am going to tell you contributed immeasurably to my sense of self.
It is my Gordon story.
Gordon Schachat will tell you the story. My shrink will tell you the story.
Gordon said he saw me walking down the steps of the Great Hall at Wits University and decided then and there to marry me. That day my avatar was wearing a chocolate suede midi-skirt buttoned up the front and a pair of matching chocolate suede thigh boots. I was twenty-one.
Gordon took to hanging around the canteen when he knew I would…