Page 14 of The One I Didn't See Coming

Ben is next to Gillian.

Jude has his arm around Sadie.

Dad and Clayton are in hushed whispers.

And Briar is sitting by herself, her arms crossed, her eyes boring into mine. Fucking hell.

I guess the new Noughton duo starts now.

“Come on.” I hit the paper over and over again with the marker while the sand slowly disappears through the hourglass.

“A guy. I said a guy,” Briar says, leaning back in her chair, her arms still crossed.

“Same thing, different word.” My eyes narrow on her.

“You can’t talk,” Gillian says.

I look at her. “Thank you, Pictionary Police.”

“Hey,” Ben chimes in, and I give him my palm.

“Okay, how about this,” I say and draw a house.

“Man of the house?” Briar says in a bored tone.

I get it, I don’t want to be here either, but here we are. Does she have no competitive streak? She has to want to win.

I shake my head and draw an arrow from the man to the house.

“Man in the house?”

I growl and draw a gingerbread woman in a dress.

“Married couple? Love?” She shows no excitement or urgency that we’re about to lose this round.

Finally, I draw a dick between the gingerbread’s legs and circle it.

“The size of your dick?”

“Briar.” Gillian eyes Clayton.

“Please, Gill, he knows what a dick is.” Briar rolls her eyes.

I love that she didn’t apologize.

“Still.” Gillian sits back. Hopefully, that will shut her up for a bit about the rules.

I circle the entire man and point at the dick between his legs.

“I got nothing,” Briar says.

I stare at the ceiling and finally decide to draw an oven and a cookie sheet with all the little men on it, minus the dicks, in the hopes she’ll get it. I turn away from the paper, and she stares at it. My eyes zero in on the sand slipping through the small hole.

“Ohhh. You went about it entirely the wrong way. Why didn’t you do that in the beginning instead of drawing the house and giving him a dick? I told you, you only think about sex.”

“Say the damn word,” I grind out between my teeth.

“Gingerbread man,” she says nonchalantly right before the last grain of sand slips to the bottom of the hourglass.

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