“Can’t say, can we?” Lisa said. She tossed the phone in the air and then caught it. “Say one of us has something to hide that Cherish could reveal to the others. Nobody’s about to admit it.”
That seems likely. Hell, maybe this is how we learn about the Travelers’ backstory?
There were glances all around.
“But I think I have an idea.” Lisa smiled. It was her old smile. The scar was there, but it no longer pulled her mouth into a perpetual half-frown.
Hell yes.
I can’t even see that smile and I’ve still missed seeing it.
I suppose the unfrowning has to do with Brian healing her, like with Taylor’s small scars and such.
“Brian, got any books here? Or magazines?”
“Upstairs. Aisha, go grab something. Any book on the floor of my room.”
Alright… I’m not seeing the plan yet, but I trust she knows what she’s doing.
“Why-” She hesitated when she met his eyes. “Whatever.”
It was a minute before Aisha ventured back downstairs with a novel. It looked like a suspense thriller.
You know it’s thriller, thriller night!
“Here’s the deal. Everyone closes their eyes. We close our eyes while the others take their turns tearing a page out of the book. The higher the page number, the worse our inner thoughts and secrets.
…what.
Oh, are they going to collect the pages, then look at the numbers without knowing who picked which ones, in order to evaluate how bad the inner thoughts and secrets are overall?
That makes sense.
The last page, Uh, three hundred and fifty-five, we’ll say, is the worst of the worst. Unforgiveable to the point that someone here would kill you and the rest would be okay with it.”
Sheesh.
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