<p>Things I used to wish were true:<br>1. On the morning of your twenty-first birthday you were handed a top-secret<br>manual explaining how to be a grown-up.<br>2. Mr Hoody and the legions of others in the crevices of the city had homes.<br>3. There were still chocolate digestives in the cupboard after last night's binge.<br>It's 2017 in Cape Town. The dams are empty. There's a gangster in charge of the<br>country. Leigh-Anne may look like she's keeping it together in her Southern suburbs world, but really she's unravelling. A letter has arrived from her ageing dad,<br>asking forgiveness for some unknown sordid deed. What on earth is that about?<br>Then there's the tortuous sex with her psychiatrist husband Samuel and the fact<br>that she can't stop fantasising about her colleague Omar. Inexplicably, one of her<br>kids is wetting the bed while the other one's turning into a little tyrant. Her batty<br>best friend continues to offload her crises – the latest is a paternity test for Gwendal's troubled teenage daughter. Meanwhile, Leigh-Anne's supposed to be organising a play about sexual abuse with grade sevens in Gugulethu. It's not going very<br>well.<br>How is a woman supposed to cope? With chocolate and wine, of course, and by<br>making plenty of lists (things feel much more manageable when you write them<br>down in threes). But all is not what it seems. Leigh-Anne has a secret of her own.<br>In her quest for answers, she will have to betray everyone she loves; only then can<br>she truly come out of hiding.</p>