Lachlan got it right.
“One point! Nate and Lily?”
“The day she fell off the stage during her dance recital,” Nate says.
Lily groans.
“Why do you remember that?”
“Because you talked about it for three straight hours.”
“I was drunk!” Lily protests. “You weren’t supposed to remember!”
“Still counts,” Maggie says with a grin. “Mary and Finn?”
I write the first thing that comes into my head. A complete fabrication.
Fell off his bike and broke his wrist.
Any little boy has probably done that at least once.
Finn writes something in his notebook.
“Mary?”
“Fell off his bike and broke his wrist.”
It’s such a pathetic answer. The kind of generic memory anyone could invent.
“Finn?”
He slowly raises his notebook.
Fell off his bike and broke his wrist.
Maggie nods and gives us the point.
“Current score: Alistair and Keira, two. Callum and Jane, zero. Lachlan and Emma, two. Nate and Lily, two. Mary and Finn, three.”
“We’re getting destroyed,” Callum mutters.
“That’s because you never listen to me,” Jane shoots back.
“I do listen!”
“My favorite food, Callum. Go ahead. Say it.”
“Sushi?”
The twins snicker from their corner.
I stare at Finn.
How did he know what I was going to write?
Then the third question arrives.
“What is your partner’s secret dream?”
