the chameleon

She adapted herself to men, folded herself neatly into their lifestyle, seamlessly working to them. If they needed a nurturing loving maternal type, she suddenly became the gracious hostess, and an amazingly talented baker. If they wanted a guys girl, the type who would yell at football In the pub and drink pints with the boys, she was there, her wardrobe suddenly seemed to be stocked full of Arsenal shirts. Her sister wondered who she really was; she seemed to play all the roles so well.