" Shouldn't we tell Eve, at least?" Gale asks me.
Tell her what? I think inside my head.
"About the games" He says, once he sees the confusion on my face.
I try to remain calm; take deep breathes, I say to myself.
In. . . out. . . in. . . out
"What's there to tell," I say," I mean, does she want. . .would she want, to know?"
Gale thinks about this for a split second.
" I would want to know the truth." He says quietly.
" Of course you would." I say exasperated, while I fling my arms in the air.
He sighs.
Every so often he would ask me these questions, again and again, there was no end.
We walked back in silence.
I could hear Eve screaming, or was it scolding?
I opened the door to find a vase, containing a white wilted rose, shattered on the floor.
" Mommy. . . I'm sorry. . . I didn't mean to. . ." Jack says between tears.
" Of course you didn't" I say, while opening my arms for a hug.
" Mom, Jack dropped the vase, your vase." Eve says, judging by the voice I'd say that she was annoyed.
Very annoyed.
After Eve threw a fit about favorites I took her to her room too have a talk.
" He dropped a vase on the floor, mom! When I drop something or do something wrong I always get in trouble, but he doesn't"
" He's younger than you, Eve. You ten and how old is he? Eight."
"He's only two years younger than me." Eve says, sulkily.
I give her a hug and then walk out of the room, to find Gale.
I find him playing with Jack in the lounge room.
" You're right, I should tell them, at least Eve." I say, as walk across the room.
" So when are you going to tell them?" He asks.
"Tonight, every secret -about the games-is unfolded tonight" Is all I say before I walk into the kitchen, getting ready to prepare myself.