“Yellow for me,” she said.
Swanky grabbed the card and inspected it. “Okay,” he said, grinning, “One of you has a picked a good prize, and the other has picked one that is considerably better.”
“Considerably better?” I asked. “Could you be considerably less vague?”
Swanky winked at me. “You know the rules. Each of you needs to make a decision. You have two minutes. Technicians, start the clock!”
I looked across the table; Daniella was playing with her bracelet and biting her upper lip. “Ooh, this is so hard!” she said. “It’s so hard because I want to win, but I know you do, too.”
“Sometimes it’s not about winning, you know?” I said, trying to sound like a reasonable person.
She smiled. “What do you want to do, Bebe?”
~ “Let’s each keep our prizes.”
~“I really need the money . . .”
