Lies
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“Choo? How much food do we have?”
Virtue shrugged. “When I figured it out, it was enough for the two of us to last maybe six months,” he said.
“There’s just the two of you?” Diana asked.
“I thought J-Todd had, like, ten kids or whatever,” Bug said.
“Five,” Sanjit said. “But we weren’t all here on the island.”
Diana didn’t believe it. Right then, as soon as the words were out of Sanjit’s mouth, she didn’t believe it. But she kept silent.
“Diana,” Caine said. “Have you read our two friends here?”
To Sanjit, Diana said, “I need to hold your hand. For just a moment.”
“Why?” Virtue demanded, defending his brother.
“I can tell whether you have any strange…mutations,” Diana said.
“Like him,” Sanjit said, nodding toward Caine.
“Let’s hope not,” Diana said. Her stomach was settling down enough and now she really, really wanted to know what else was behind the pantry doors.
Sanjit gave her his hand. Palm up. Like he was making a gesture of peace. Open-handed. Trusting. But his eyes were not.
Diana held his hand. His hand was still. Hers was shaking.
She closed her eyes and concentrated. It had been some time since she had done this. She tried to remember the last time, but memories were scattered fragments, too tiring to make sense of.
She felt it work. She squeezed her eyes tight, both relieved and afraid at the same time.
“He’s a zero,” Diana said. Then, to Sanjit, “Sorry. I don’t mean it that way.”
“I didn’t think you did,” Sanjit said.
“You next,” Diana said to Virtue.
Virtue held his hand out like he was shaking hands. Fingers curled in as if he was thinking of making a fist. Diana took his hand. There was something there. Not a two bar, not quite. She wondered what his power was, and whether he was even aware of it.
The mutations occurred in different degrees, at different times. Most kids seemed never to develop powers. Some developed powers that were pointless. Only twice had Diana ever read a four bar: Caine and Sam.
“He’s a one,” she told Caine.
Caine nodded. “Well, that’s both bad and good. Bad because if you did have serious powers you might be useful to me. Good because since you don’t, I have very little reason to worry about you.”
“That sounds kind of stupid,” Sanjit said.
Bug and Penny stared in disbelief.
“I mean, it sounds good, but then if you think about it, it doesn’t make any sense,” Sanjit said. “If I did have these powers you’re talking about, I’d be a threat. I don’t, so I’m not as useful as I’d be if I did. Useful and threatening are actually the same thing here.” But as he said it he smiled a huge, innocent-seeming smile.
Caine returned the smile. But it was a shark smiling at Nemo.
No, that was wrong. Sanjit’s smile was slyer than that. Like he knew what he was doing was dangerous.
Not many people held their own with Caine. Diana did. But she had long known that was part of her appeal to him: Caine needed someone who wasn’t intimidated.
But that wasn’t going to work for Sanjit. She wondered if there was some way she could warn him that he wasn’t dealing with a garden variety schoolyard bully who would give him a wedgie.
She saw the dangerous light in Caine’s eyes. She felt the way everyone held their breath. So must Sanjit. But he held Caine’s gaze and kept that infectious smile in place.
“Get me something else to eat,” Caine said at last.
“Absolutely,” Sanjit said. Virtue followed him out of the room.
“He’s lying about something,” Caine said in a low voice to Diana.
“Most people lie,” Diana said.
“But not you, Diana. Not to me.”
“Of course not.”
“He’s hiding something,” Caine said. But then Sanjit and Virtue came back carrying a serving tray loaded with cans of peaches, and a box of graham crackers with big tubs of jelly and peanut butter. Unimaginable luxuries, worth so much more than gold.
Whatever Sanjit was hiding, Diana thought, it was nowhere near as important as what he was giving them.
They ate and ate and ate. Not caring that their stomachs cramped. Not caring that their heads pounded.
Not even caring when weariness and exhaustion caught up with them and one by one their eyes drooped.
Penny slid from her chair, like a passed-out drunk. Diana glanced blearily at Caine to see if he was going to react. But Caine just put his head down on the table.
Bug was snoring.
Diana looked at Sanjit, her eyes barely able to focus. He winked at her.
“Oh,” Diana said, and then crossed her arms on the table and lay her head down.
“It’s going to be really bad when they wake up,” Virtue said. “Maybe we should kill them.”
Sanjit grabbed his brother and pulled him close for a quick hug. “Yeah. Right. We’re a pair of desperate killers.”
“Caine may be, though. When he wakes up…”
“The Ambien I gave them should keep them asleep for a while at least. And when they wake, they’ll be tied up. And we’ll be gone,” Sanjit said. “At least, I hope. The way it sounds, we’d better take some time to get food stowed away first. Which means a lot of climbing up and down and up and down.”
Virtue swallowed. “You’re actually going to do it?”
Virtue shrugged. “When I figured it out, it was enough for the two of us to last maybe six months,” he said.
“There’s just the two of you?” Diana asked.
“I thought J-Todd had, like, ten kids or whatever,” Bug said.
“Five,” Sanjit said. “But we weren’t all here on the island.”
Diana didn’t believe it. Right then, as soon as the words were out of Sanjit’s mouth, she didn’t believe it. But she kept silent.
“Diana,” Caine said. “Have you read our two friends here?”
To Sanjit, Diana said, “I need to hold your hand. For just a moment.”
“Why?” Virtue demanded, defending his brother.
“I can tell whether you have any strange…mutations,” Diana said.
“Like him,” Sanjit said, nodding toward Caine.
“Let’s hope not,” Diana said. Her stomach was settling down enough and now she really, really wanted to know what else was behind the pantry doors.
Sanjit gave her his hand. Palm up. Like he was making a gesture of peace. Open-handed. Trusting. But his eyes were not.
Diana held his hand. His hand was still. Hers was shaking.
She closed her eyes and concentrated. It had been some time since she had done this. She tried to remember the last time, but memories were scattered fragments, too tiring to make sense of.
She felt it work. She squeezed her eyes tight, both relieved and afraid at the same time.
“He’s a zero,” Diana said. Then, to Sanjit, “Sorry. I don’t mean it that way.”
“I didn’t think you did,” Sanjit said.
“You next,” Diana said to Virtue.
Virtue held his hand out like he was shaking hands. Fingers curled in as if he was thinking of making a fist. Diana took his hand. There was something there. Not a two bar, not quite. She wondered what his power was, and whether he was even aware of it.
The mutations occurred in different degrees, at different times. Most kids seemed never to develop powers. Some developed powers that were pointless. Only twice had Diana ever read a four bar: Caine and Sam.
“He’s a one,” she told Caine.
Caine nodded. “Well, that’s both bad and good. Bad because if you did have serious powers you might be useful to me. Good because since you don’t, I have very little reason to worry about you.”
“That sounds kind of stupid,” Sanjit said.
Bug and Penny stared in disbelief.
“I mean, it sounds good, but then if you think about it, it doesn’t make any sense,” Sanjit said. “If I did have these powers you’re talking about, I’d be a threat. I don’t, so I’m not as useful as I’d be if I did. Useful and threatening are actually the same thing here.” But as he said it he smiled a huge, innocent-seeming smile.
Caine returned the smile. But it was a shark smiling at Nemo.
No, that was wrong. Sanjit’s smile was slyer than that. Like he knew what he was doing was dangerous.
Not many people held their own with Caine. Diana did. But she had long known that was part of her appeal to him: Caine needed someone who wasn’t intimidated.
But that wasn’t going to work for Sanjit. She wondered if there was some way she could warn him that he wasn’t dealing with a garden variety schoolyard bully who would give him a wedgie.
She saw the dangerous light in Caine’s eyes. She felt the way everyone held their breath. So must Sanjit. But he held Caine’s gaze and kept that infectious smile in place.
“Get me something else to eat,” Caine said at last.
“Absolutely,” Sanjit said. Virtue followed him out of the room.
“He’s lying about something,” Caine said in a low voice to Diana.
“Most people lie,” Diana said.
“But not you, Diana. Not to me.”
“Of course not.”
“He’s hiding something,” Caine said. But then Sanjit and Virtue came back carrying a serving tray loaded with cans of peaches, and a box of graham crackers with big tubs of jelly and peanut butter. Unimaginable luxuries, worth so much more than gold.
Whatever Sanjit was hiding, Diana thought, it was nowhere near as important as what he was giving them.
They ate and ate and ate. Not caring that their stomachs cramped. Not caring that their heads pounded.
Not even caring when weariness and exhaustion caught up with them and one by one their eyes drooped.
Penny slid from her chair, like a passed-out drunk. Diana glanced blearily at Caine to see if he was going to react. But Caine just put his head down on the table.
Bug was snoring.
Diana looked at Sanjit, her eyes barely able to focus. He winked at her.
“Oh,” Diana said, and then crossed her arms on the table and lay her head down.
“It’s going to be really bad when they wake up,” Virtue said. “Maybe we should kill them.”
Sanjit grabbed his brother and pulled him close for a quick hug. “Yeah. Right. We’re a pair of desperate killers.”
“Caine may be, though. When he wakes up…”
“The Ambien I gave them should keep them asleep for a while at least. And when they wake, they’ll be tied up. And we’ll be gone,” Sanjit said. “At least, I hope. The way it sounds, we’d better take some time to get food stowed away first. Which means a lot of climbing up and down and up and down.”
Virtue swallowed. “You’re actually going to do it?”
