“I was getting more of an irritated vibe.”
“Think we’re in trouble?”
“For what?” I ask. “We did everything right. You need to stop worrying so much.”
“I was born into this world worrying,” she says. “I don’t know any other way of living.”
“You need to hang out with me more often,” I say. “I can teach you not to worry or sweat the small things.” We reach our cabin and head up the stairs, where we find a box with a bow on top waiting for us. I pause and whisper, “The prize?”
“What do you think it is?” she asks, examining the box.
I shake my head. “No idea. But it’s concealed. That could be a good thing or a bad thing.”
“How could it be a bad thing?” she asks as we both stare down at the package.
“What if it’s…really dirty, like something they don’t want people seeing? Like…like a sex swing.”
She toes the box with her foot. “Doesn’t seem like a big enough box for that.”
“Do you have experience in box sizes for sex swings?”
“Absolutely not,” she says. “This is just an assumption. I don’t even know what a sex swing looks like. Do you?”
“Do you really want to know the answer to that?”
She rolls her eyes. “Maybe not. Should we pick it up?”
“I don’t know. Should we?”
“I think we should.” She nudges me with her shoulder. “You pick it up.”
“You know, it’s not a bomb.”
“Could be. We don’t know.” She nudges me again. “Go ahead. Pick it up.”
Rolling my eyes, I snag the box and then open our cabin. She follows in behind me, keeping what I’m sure she believes is a safe distance from “the bomb.” News flash: if this is a bomb, she’s still going to be blown up.
“Is it heavy? Does it rattle? Does it feel like a sex swing?”
I lift it up and bring it close to my face, where I give it a quick sniff. “You know what…it does have the faint scent of a sex swing.”
She grips my arm. “Really?”
“No.” I set it down on the bed and then take off the top. Together, we lean over to look inside, and then at the same time, we both gasp. I’m the first to reach into the box as I pull out two big bags of Nerds Clusters. I raise them to the sky and say, “The angels have spoken!”
“Dear God in heaven,” she whispers as she pulls out another bag from the box. “We are rich!”
We tear into our respective bags immediately, putting a fistful in our mouths.
Chewing, she says, “Now this is the kind of prize I’m talking about. Screw the dildos, give me the Clusters.”
I pause as I’m about to put another fistful in my mouth. “You heard what you just said, right? Screw the dildos? Sorry to let you know, Pips, but that’s what you’re supposed to do.”
“Please don’t ruin this moment for me.” She pops another Nerds Cluster in her mouth.
Smiling, I do the same.
“How did we feel about our answers during the competition this morning?” Sanders asks as he scoots a ball around on the floor with a hockey stick.
