He shakes his head, adding more lines.
"Building!House!Prison!"
More lines.Is that a wheel?
"Car!Truck!...Hearse?"
He stops drawing and looks at me."How did you get hearse from that?"
"The wheels look funeral-y!"
"They're regular wheels.”
"Draw better wheels!"
"These are perfectly acceptable wheels.”
"Time!"Dad calls.
"It was a bus," Luke says, showing me the drawing."See?Wheels, windows, door."
"That door looks like a coffin!"
"It's a rectangle.”
"A death rectangle!"
Harper and Ben high-five."Point for us!"
The game continues, and something magical happens.
Luke and I develop a bizarre telepathy that defies all logic.He draws what looks like a potato with stick legs, and I correctly guess "hamster."
I sketch something that resembles a drunk octopus, and he immediately says "chandelier."
"How?"Claire demands after our fifth straight correct answer."How did you get 'volcano' from that?"
"The triangular shape suggested elevation," Luke explains seriously."And the squiggles clearly indicated lava flow."
"Those squiggles were supposed to be smoke!"
"Even better.The abstract nature required interpretive analysis."
"You two are terrifying together," Harper mutters.
We win the next three rounds.Then the three after that.
My family watches in growing amazement as their perpetual loser racks up victory after victory.
"Final round," Dad announces."Sage draws for Luke."
I take the card.'Wedding.'
My hand freezes over the paper.
Wedding.
I'm supposed to draw a wedding for the man I've tricked into saving my inn.The man I've kissed twice while harboring massive secrets.
