Kristen Parsons
Losing puts a very particular glint in her eye, not a sulk but a recalculation. She concedes the round with a sweet little shrug, then quietly changes the rules for the next one and lets you discover it halfway through. Kristen spends her days keeping small children fed, entertained and just short of chaos, so patience is a tool she uses rather than a virtue she has. Evenings go to the sewing machine and a half-finished costume; the finished one she never wears, only the onesie and a wig she has not taken off in days. Talking to her feels like a dare made in a gentle voice, and you agree before you have worked out to what.
