The Long Game
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Vivvie stared at our reflection in the elevator’s metal door. “Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night, and my aunt’s just sitting in the living room, staring at nothing and cleaning her gun.”
Given the sequence of events that had brought Priya Bharani into Vivvie’s life, I supposed a certain amount of late-night paranoia was understandable.
“On the bright side,” Vivvie commented, determined to end the conversation on a high note, “she’s got great taste, and she lets me borrow her clothes.”
The elevator came to a stop. The doors opened. Vivvie’s apartment was the only one on the floor. She unlocked the front door, and then we got to work.
“I think the picture of Emilia was taken in a bathroom?” Vivvie caught her bottom lip between her teeth and rocked from her heels to her toes. “I’ll get some pens and paper,” she declared. “My bathroom is through there.”
While Vivvie went in search of writing supplies, I went to check out the lighting in the bathroom. Setting my bag to one side, I lowered myself to the floor. I slumped back against the wall next to the bathtub, letting my head loll to one side.
“How’s this?” I asked Vivvie when she came in.
She stared at me for a second. “Go like this,” she told me, bending her head down and flipping her hair over in front of her face. I did as she instructed and watched through my hair as she went over to the sink and got a handful of water. She dripped it on me.
“Now lean back,” she said.
I did.
“Eyes mostly closed,” Vivvie said. “Head a little farther to the side. Legs a little farther apart.”
Once I’d perfected the pose, Vivvie handed me a sheet of paper and a red marker. Two minutes later, she took my picture. Then we switched places, and I took hers.
“Not bad,” Vivvie said, looking at the pictures on my phone. Each of us was slumped against the wall, our positions mimicking Emilia’s in the picture almost exactly. The sign propped up against my chest read, DOUBLE STANDARD.
I scrolled from my picture to Vivvie’s. Her sign said simply, I STAND WITH EMILIA.
“You’re sure you want to do this?” I asked Vivvie. She looked nearly unconscious in her picture—and just as wasted as Emilia.
Vivvie thrust out her chin. “I’m sure.”
So was I. Five minutes later, the pictures were uploaded. Ten minutes after that, the others started trickling in.
“Vivvie?” an accented voice called out.
“In here,” Vivvie called back. She tried to look like she wasn’t up to anything and failed miserably.
Her aunt appeared in the doorway. The woman did not ask what her niece and I were doing in Vivvie’s bathroom. “I see we have a guest,” she said instead. Her accent sounded British—and very posh. Like Vivvie, she had brown skin and black hair, though hers had a bit more natural curl. “Hello, Tess.”
“Hey, Ms. Bharani,” I said.
“Priya,” she corrected. “Please.”
“Priya.”
“I am assuming that Ivy and Bodie know you are here?” Priya asked me.
I nodded. Priya’s gaze lingered on my face for a moment. She wasn’t the type of woman who missed much.
“I hope you’ll stay for dinner,” she said finally.
I got the sense that wasn’t a request.
By the time takeout arrived a few hours later, my picture and Vivvie’s had been joined by more than thirty others. It had started with Anna, Lindsay, and Meredith and spread from there. Their friends. Their friends’ friends.
All Hardwicke students. All girls.
I STAND WITH EMILIA.
“What did you girls do today?” Vivvie’s aunt asked.
Vivvie and I looked at each other. “Nothing,” we chimed in unison.
Priya arched an eyebrow. “I find I doubt that very much.” She tilted her head to the side. “Vivvie, I noticed that Jacques is on duty downstairs. Since it appears we will have leftovers, perhaps you could bring him a plate?”
Vivvie’s eyes sparkled. She whispered something to me about her aunt and the night guard having a surplus of sexual tension before bounding off to deliver the food. Once the front door clicked behind her, Vivvie’s aunt turned her attention to me.
“Ivy has been trying to get in touch with me.”
That wasn’t what I’d been expecting her to say, but the second the words left her mouth, I realized that she’d sent Vivvie out of the room for a reason.
“I cannot give Ivy the information she seeks,” Priya continued. “You may tell her that it would not behoove either of us for certain parties to realize that she’d been making inquiries. I certainly cannot be seen answering them.”
Given the sequence of events that had brought Priya Bharani into Vivvie’s life, I supposed a certain amount of late-night paranoia was understandable.
“On the bright side,” Vivvie commented, determined to end the conversation on a high note, “she’s got great taste, and she lets me borrow her clothes.”
The elevator came to a stop. The doors opened. Vivvie’s apartment was the only one on the floor. She unlocked the front door, and then we got to work.
“I think the picture of Emilia was taken in a bathroom?” Vivvie caught her bottom lip between her teeth and rocked from her heels to her toes. “I’ll get some pens and paper,” she declared. “My bathroom is through there.”
While Vivvie went in search of writing supplies, I went to check out the lighting in the bathroom. Setting my bag to one side, I lowered myself to the floor. I slumped back against the wall next to the bathtub, letting my head loll to one side.
“How’s this?” I asked Vivvie when she came in.
She stared at me for a second. “Go like this,” she told me, bending her head down and flipping her hair over in front of her face. I did as she instructed and watched through my hair as she went over to the sink and got a handful of water. She dripped it on me.
“Now lean back,” she said.
I did.
“Eyes mostly closed,” Vivvie said. “Head a little farther to the side. Legs a little farther apart.”
Once I’d perfected the pose, Vivvie handed me a sheet of paper and a red marker. Two minutes later, she took my picture. Then we switched places, and I took hers.
“Not bad,” Vivvie said, looking at the pictures on my phone. Each of us was slumped against the wall, our positions mimicking Emilia’s in the picture almost exactly. The sign propped up against my chest read, DOUBLE STANDARD.
I scrolled from my picture to Vivvie’s. Her sign said simply, I STAND WITH EMILIA.
“You’re sure you want to do this?” I asked Vivvie. She looked nearly unconscious in her picture—and just as wasted as Emilia.
Vivvie thrust out her chin. “I’m sure.”
So was I. Five minutes later, the pictures were uploaded. Ten minutes after that, the others started trickling in.
“Vivvie?” an accented voice called out.
“In here,” Vivvie called back. She tried to look like she wasn’t up to anything and failed miserably.
Her aunt appeared in the doorway. The woman did not ask what her niece and I were doing in Vivvie’s bathroom. “I see we have a guest,” she said instead. Her accent sounded British—and very posh. Like Vivvie, she had brown skin and black hair, though hers had a bit more natural curl. “Hello, Tess.”
“Hey, Ms. Bharani,” I said.
“Priya,” she corrected. “Please.”
“Priya.”
“I am assuming that Ivy and Bodie know you are here?” Priya asked me.
I nodded. Priya’s gaze lingered on my face for a moment. She wasn’t the type of woman who missed much.
“I hope you’ll stay for dinner,” she said finally.
I got the sense that wasn’t a request.
By the time takeout arrived a few hours later, my picture and Vivvie’s had been joined by more than thirty others. It had started with Anna, Lindsay, and Meredith and spread from there. Their friends. Their friends’ friends.
All Hardwicke students. All girls.
I STAND WITH EMILIA.
“What did you girls do today?” Vivvie’s aunt asked.
Vivvie and I looked at each other. “Nothing,” we chimed in unison.
Priya arched an eyebrow. “I find I doubt that very much.” She tilted her head to the side. “Vivvie, I noticed that Jacques is on duty downstairs. Since it appears we will have leftovers, perhaps you could bring him a plate?”
Vivvie’s eyes sparkled. She whispered something to me about her aunt and the night guard having a surplus of sexual tension before bounding off to deliver the food. Once the front door clicked behind her, Vivvie’s aunt turned her attention to me.
“Ivy has been trying to get in touch with me.”
That wasn’t what I’d been expecting her to say, but the second the words left her mouth, I realized that she’d sent Vivvie out of the room for a reason.
“I cannot give Ivy the information she seeks,” Priya continued. “You may tell her that it would not behoove either of us for certain parties to realize that she’d been making inquiries. I certainly cannot be seen answering them.”
