“We’re old now,” Andre said. “I’m not scared of spiders and snakes and ghosts anymore. I’m scared of my dad dying because we can’t find a matching kidney for him. That’s my big fear, and I promise you, I amnevernot thinking about it. What can you do about that?”
It was a fair question. How could Jack make a group of adults face their fears? It wasn’t like they were ten anymore, afraid of the dark, afraid of telling the truth to their parents about who broke the antique vase, afraid of telling their best friend they’re sorry…How did you make adults face their fears when being an adult was nothing but waking up every morning with their fears already in their faces?
“I’m only afraid of losing my bookshop,” Melanie said. “Ever tried to keep a children’s bookshop in business in a small town? We can barely keep a grocery store. How do you make us face something we’re already facing?”
Jack replied with an enigmatic, “You’ll find out.”
Lucy shivered. She believed him. If anyone could figure out a way to make them face their fears, it was the old Mastermind.
“And, fair warning,” Jack said. “Facing your fears doesn’t earn you any points. But if you won’t do it, you don’t get to play the final game.”
Lucy took a deep breath. He’d warned them this was coming, but it had seemed so far away. She would do it, though, whatever it was. Kiss a snake. Walk a tightrope over the ocean. Anything to win.
“Now,” Jack said, “on an even more serious note, the weather service has issued a storm warning for tonight. Gale force winds and rains. If you were planning on rowing out in a dinghy, I’d suggest rescheduling that trip. Good night, kids. Sweet dreams.” Jack started to leave, but Andre stopped him with a question.
“Did you face your fears, Jack?” Andre said. His voice was polite, but there was a note of challenge in it that Lucy picked up. No fair making them face their fears if Jack had never faced his.
Jack was quiet a moment, though the house was not quiet. The wind was picking up. Tree branches knocked on windows. Wind buffeted the roof. The fire in the fireplace danced with every sudden gust.
“Here’s a riddle for you all,” Jack said. “Two men on an island—”
“Oh Lord,” Hugo said with a groan.
The room was silent again but for the wind and the crackling of the fire. Jack began again:
Two men on an island and both blame the water
For the loss of a wife and the death of a daughter
But neither ever married, and neither’s a father.
What is the secret of the girls and the water?
With one last look around, Jack said, “No points for unraveling this riddle, I’m afraid. But if you do, maybe you’ll win a different sort of prize.”
With that, Jack left them alone in the living room.
Lucy looked at Hugo. He met her eyes. “Sorry, but don’t ask me. If you guess it, I’ll tell you, but it’s not just my story.”
“But you know?” Andre asked him.
“Of course I know. I’m the other man on the island. Unfortunately.”
“You got any ideas?” Andre looked at Melanie.
“Makes no sense to me. How can you lose a daughter if you never had a kid?”
Andre looked at Lucy. “What about you?”
Lucy met Hugo’s eyes. “No idea,” she said.
But she was lying.
She had a very good idea.
Face Your Fears, My Dears
“Astrid? Max? Where are you? Astrid!”
