Page 81 of Keeping the Score

“Too easy.” I shake my head.

Mabel passes the phone to Andi. She makes a face but goes with it.

I screw up my face seeing the name, and look at my teammates.

“It’s a name. First and last name,” I say.

Benny holds out his left hand and points at his ring finger.

“Ring? Diamond?” Andi guesses.

“Close,” Benny says. “A really big diamond.”

“Rock?”

“Yeah! Okay, second name.”

“Another name for penis,” Bristol says.

Andi laughs. “Oh, boy. Cock? Dick?”

“No, no.”

“Member? Dong? Wang?”

We’re shaking our heads but also dying of laughter.

“Oh! Prick!”

“No!”

“Tool? Joystick?”

I almost fall down laughing.

“One-eyed trouser snake!”

“It’s also a name,” Bristol says, trying to breathe.

Andi’s brows join above her nose. “I said Dick already.”

“That’s not it.”

She thinks. “Oh! Johnson!” She frowns. “Rock?” I can’t believe she does it, but just under the wire she cries, “Dwayne Johnson!”

Okay. My teammates and I are super competitive and we’re losing, so we get a little intense. We mime putting on makeup when it’s Sephora and sing “This ain’t Texas” but Dilly doesn’t get that it’s Beyoncé.

It’s our turn and we start getting pissy when we miss three in a row.

“This is a stupid game,” Smitty says.

Everyone laughs.

“Oh, come on, it’s fun,” Mabel says.

We lose that first round.

“Let’s go again,” I say challengingly. “We’re getting the hang of this.” But then I realize what time it is. “Oh wait, I have to wake up Tilly.”

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