Tessa And I Had Failed
This should not be surprising- my father enrolled me in boarding school
- including an ax murder over a chess game
- keeping Enzo from whispering sweet nothings
- skulls, seahorses or spaghetti
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Tessa and I had failed to guess what Jason and Lyudmila were concocting. This should not be surprising considering the pickle-stupor we had inflicted on ourselves. But it should be surprising considering that my father enrolled me in boarding school where the curriculum specialized in nefarious dealings and where the penalties for poor performance were quite dire, including an ax murder over a chess game (although admittedly in that case the teacher had been the victim, not the perpetrator). All we had figured out was that we wanted to use code names, even though the gents riding the polarizing couches obviously knew who we were (except they mistook me for my twin). Tessa wanted to be known as ‘Enzo.’ We were reluctant to move away from the bar, because over here we were spared harsh criticism aimed at keeping Enzo from whispering sweet nothings of speculation into my ear. The code name I wanted was Jason, which I thought would be hilarious but ‘Enzo’ worried would give us away. “The real Jason wouldn’t use his own name as a code name,” she whispered. I wasn’t so sure. He had made a lot of spectacularly bad decisions in his time. Still, I didn’t want to waste the couches’ battery life arguing about it. So I asked her to help me come up with a name that related to one of the headings I had seen in my brother’s dream journal, and we quickly narrowed that down to skulls, seahorses or spaghetti.
bonus points for using them in order