The Luna Choosing Game

When Linda said she knew enough, I knew she was referring to her blackmail. What she knew was that Nicholas and I had been campus sweetheart three years ago. Unfortunately, that was enough to get her everything what she wanted.

She picked up one of the cookbooks. “Since I know everything, I expect you to agree with my decisions. here. I know best, after all. You should consider yourself fortunate to be paired with me.”

“I can help.” I started to reach for a book of my own, but she slapped my hand away.

“You can help by not screwing this up for me.”

For the rest of our hour together, I was forced to agree with all of Linda’s decisions, even the ones I knew wouldn’t make sense. No one would select three different kind of egg dishes. Where was the

variety?

But when I tried to suggest it, I was immediately shut down.

“It would be such a shame for little Elva, wouldn’t it?” she said. “If her mother was tossed out on the street, destitute and publicly shamed. Absolutely tragic.”

I kept my mouth shut after that.

When we were finally allowed to separate for the day, I was worn out and eager to spend time with Elva.

Nicholas had agreed to check in on her while I was busy, so I was not surprised to find him and Mark playing cards in my bedroom while Elva took a nap.

Both Nicholas and Mark looked at me when I came through the door. Mark frowned.

“What happened?” He kept his voice soft, so as not to wake

a beat. How had he been able to tell something had happened with only a single glance? Mark had

of anger.

knew something bad had

walked to them and fell into one of the open chairs at the table. I held Nicholas’s gaze,

glance to Mark

my meaning. “Mark can be

our current…

“You both surely know

“Yes.”

work in pairs. But you might not have expected that

Linda.”

Mark leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table.

threatened you?” Mark

our challenge and refuses to accept any input from me. And some of these choices she is making… I feel as if she might be setting me up for failure.”

look bad while hoping she alone would weather the storm. I suppose she had a

of her pack.

I wouldn’t have thought her calculating enough to make. Yet the