Page 57 of No Such Thing as Serendipity
So both teams could see the clue giver, we rearranged the loveseats into a loose V with a low table between them.
“There’re chairs over there,” Annie said, pointing. “We can use those, so everyone has somewhere to sit.”
“Charades need to be played on your feet,” I said. “I’ll stand behind the couch.”
“Me too,” Emma said.
“Well, we’re not going to stand,” Beverly said.
“Speak for yourself,” one of her teammates said. “Jan and I will stand.”
“Fine.” Beverly stomped to the loveseat and plopped onto the middle.
Something told me all her teammates would be standing.
The game started fast. We blew through the first few participants in record time. At this rate, the game wouldn’t last long. Next Emma got love and put her hand over her heart and simulated it beating. Got it in ten seconds. Then our competitionguessed fear in the same amount of time. Annie’s word was surprise. Another quick point.
Then it was Beverly’s turn. She stood from the couch and walked to the center.
“Anger,” one of her teammates yelled.
“Rage,” another said.
Beverly glowered. “I haven’t started yet.”
I stifled a laugh. Annie wasn’t as restrained and chuckled loudly, which earned her a disapproving glare from Beverly.
Beverly gave another scowl when she opened her envelope. Then she set it on the table and started the timer.
She stood in front of us and smiled. It was a toothy, almost scary smile.
“Ecstasy,” her teammate called.
She glowered and gave her weird smile again.
“Enthusiasm,” another said.
The guesses kept coming. “Joy. Bliss.”
Beverly put her hand on her hip and stared at them before she smiled again.
“Glee. Rapture. Elation.”
I was beginning to like Beverly’s team.
Beverly’s face reddened as they continued throwing out their guesses.
“Delight.”
“Jubilation. Elation.”
“Merriment.”
The time was down to thirty seconds when Beverly said, “For god’s sakes, it’s not that damned hard.” She gave her awful smile again.
“Delirium. Euphoria.”
“They’re just screwing with her,” I whispered to Emma.
