s a r a h n . h a r v e y & r o b i n s t e v e n s o n
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Claire clapped her hands again—god, was she going to keep
doing that all week?—and flashed her big white teeth at us.
The better to eat you with, my dear.
There was definitely some-
thing creepy about her. All that smiling, but I felt like she was
playing a part. The approachable counselor, professional but
warmand friendly. I didn’t trust her in the least. For that matter,
I didn’t trust any of them—not her or Warren or Rahim or any
of my fellow inmates. This whole place was creeping me out.
“Now, I don’t want you to disclose anything too personal
yet,” Claire said. “There’ll be plenty of time for that in group,
after we’ve talked about confidentiality and established
some basic ground rules. This is simply a fun get-to-know-
your-fellow-campers warm-up, okay?”
Rolled eyes all around.
“So here’s what I want you to share. Your name.
And three things about yourself. Two truths—and a lie.
And then everyone will guess which one is the lie. Got it?”
Seriously? Two truths and a lie was the oldest icebreaker
around. Still, it could be worse. I remembered some of
the exercises we did with the kids at karate camp and felt
grateful that Claire wasn’t forcing us to make a human knot
or play Charades.
“Oh, fun!” Rahim said.
I made a face. Caleb caught me, I guess, because he
winked, and to my annoyance, I found my cheeks heating
up. Ugh, what was
that
about?
“So I’ll start. My name is Claire. I’m married to Warren,
I love cats, and I’m allergic to celery.”
