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Cahoots
By Wanda
"So, it's a trick," he asked.
"Sure, you tell me what you're going to write on your piece
of paper, Greg, and I'll say that's what the first one
says. And you'll say that that's what you wrote on your
paper," she explained. "Then I'll open one of the other
pieces of folded paper, not yours and pretend it's yours
and wave it like it really says what you said you wrote on
your paper."
He frowned for a moment imagining how this would work.
"But really," she went on, "I just read that paper so I can
say that that's what the next one says and someone will
say, yeah, that's theirs and I'll open another paper and
wave it around and then read it and say that's what the
next one says and so on. See?"
"That's so smart. How'd you think of it?"
"I got it out of a book," she said. "It only works if
you're in cahoots with someone and I picked you 'cause I
know I can trust you and you'll get a kick out of this
too." She grinned.
He grinned back and nodded.
"So," she reminded him, "after everyone has filled out
their papers and folded them up, you just be sure to put
yours on the bottom. Okay?"
"Yeah. Everyone is going to think you can really read
minds."
They both giggled like fifth graders, but then, they were
fifth graders.
"Okay," she said, "tell me what you're going to write on
your paper."
"Um, I'm going to write, 'Joanne, you can't really read
minds, you fake.'"
She laughed. "That's good, okay. But you can't tell anyone
else about us being in cahoots."
"Right."
Later, at the party with eight ten year olds, three boys
and five girls, Joanne announced that she could read minds
and could prove it.
"It's some kind of trick," said Wally.
"No, it's not," Joanne lied. "Look everyone get a piece of
paper here and write down something on it and fold it up
and don't let me see it and then I'll guess, no, I'll know
what's on each piece of paper before I unfold them."
Joanne had to explain again, but without mentioning the
part about being in cahoots with Greg.
"It's a trick," said Wally.
"Okay," Joanne sighed. "Wally says it's a trick but will
you just play the game, doofus?"
Everyone took a paper and wrote something on it and folded
them up. "Put them in a pile on the table," said Joanne.
The girls giggled while they did this and the boys sighed.
Greg sat beside the table where the papers were collected
and waited till everyone else had put a folded paper on the
pile. Then he slipped a paper on the bottom of the stack.
Wally walked up late and dropped his on top of the pile.
"It's a trick," he said firmly.
Joanne rolled her eyes and picked up the stack of papers,
"Okay, well, I think we all know what Wally's says and it
doesn't take a mind reader." Most of the kids thought that
was funny. "So I'm going to shuffle up the papers," she
took the stack and cut and re-cut it and restacked it so
that the bottom paper was still the bottom paper.
Then she went into the routine she and Greg had rehearsed.
"Okay, I'm going to read the mind of whoever wrote this
first paper and tell you all what it says. If you recognize
that it's what you wrote say so and tell everyone so
they'll know I can read minds."
The girls giggled and the boys grinned as she hammed it up
with moony, dreamy faces and strange gestures then said,
"Okay, Wally, I must have got yours first after all, 'cause
this one says, 'Joanne, you can't really read minds, you
fake.'"
Wally frowned and shook his head. "That one's mine," said
Greg.
"Okay," said Joanne, "so we have more than one skeptic in
the group, but I got it right?"
"Yeah, how did you do that?" said Greg, playing the gag up.
Joanne grinned, "I'm a mind reader, how else?" She opened
the paper and glanced at it, "Yup, that's what it says."
But the paper she opened was not really Greg's and it said,
"I hate Mr. Armbruster." Joanne nodded and put the paper
aside and picked up the next one, still folded, and went
into the act again.
More giggles from the girls but this time the boys were
mostly frowning, trying to work out the trick. Greg noticed
and wiped the grin off his face so he could frown too.
"'I hate Mr. Armbruster,'" Joanne quoted.
Deirdre squealed, "I wrote that!"
The kids laughed, it didn't really take a mind reader to
know someone was likely to write that on their paper. Mr.
Armbruster was the disciplinarian Vice Principal of their
school and naturally disliked.
Joanne grinned, she loved it when her games went over so
well. She unfolded the paper and 'confirmed' that it had
Deirdre's message inside. But actually, someone had
written, "I wish I had worn a pretty dress to this party."
She put the paper aside and picked up the next one, still
folded. "I'm going to read this mind, behind my back," she
announced and holding the paper behind her she turned to
face the wall. The kids laughed.
"This is stupid," said Wally.
"No," said Joanne. "That's not what it says, it says...."
She paused dramatically, "It says, 'I wish I had worn a
pretty dress to this party.'"
"That must be Holly's," said Roy.
Holly glared at him, she was his sister and the only girl
at the party actually wearing a dress. The boys laughed and
the girls glared at them.
Joanne turned back around. "Who wrote that one?" she asked.
"If you recognize your own message, you're supposed to tell
us."
No one admitted having written it. The girls all looked at
each other, several of them shrugged. Joanne looked at
Greg, who shrugged and looked around the room.
"Someone wrote that message," said Joanne. "They should
just admit it." She looked at each of the girls but they
all shook their heads. Joanne sighed, and opened the paper
she held then nodded, "That's what it says," even though it
didn't.
"Whose handwriting is it?" asked Sarah.
"It's printing," said Joanne and put the paper aside.
"We'll know who wrote it when we finish and someone hasn't
claimed a message." She took the next paper and announced,
"Okay, this one is really an easy mind to read that wrote
it, it says, "It's a trick. No one can read minds."
The kids laughed. "I wrote that, but somehow this is a
trick," said Wally. The kids laughed louder.
Joanne continued on with the game, pretending to guess the
contents of papers she had already read, until she read the
last one, which really was Greg's, the one she had
pretended to guess first.
"Some thing is wrong," said Joanne counting the papers.
"We've got one more paper here than players." She looked at
Greg. He shrugged.
"Who wrote this one?" Joanne asked the kids. "'I wish I had
worn a pretty dress to this party.'"
No one confessed to having written it and finally Joanne
shrugged and threw the papers away.
"It's a trick," said Wally. "That's not real mind reading,
or you would know who wrote that extra paper."
"Duh," said Joanne. "If it's a trick, how did I do it?" she
grinned at Greg and he smiled back because they were in
cahoots.
It hadn't been that hard to slip an extra paper in the
stack, thought Greg, and sometimes you had to tell everyone
how you really felt even if you couldn't let them know it
was you. Even if you could only be in cahoots with
yourself.
Grace
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