Chapter Ten

A game of ten questions. The perfect way of finding out from someone exactly what you want to know. At least it was a perfect technique Sharon used on her.

It simply involved taking turns to ask each other questions. Once you've gotten the other trapped in a leading question, you proceed by asking the other a series of 'whys' for each answer given. More than ten questions weren't allowed.

"Nicholas," she called softly, "what is your full name?"

"I know not the answer to your question."

She frowned. "Your family, do you remember your parents? Any siblings? Surely, they must know where your body is."

"I know not the answer to that question either." He said, his tone neutral.

Geneva was beginning to get frustrated again so she said, "it's your turn now. Ask me any question you want to know the answer to."

He once again became mute. Geneva was exasperated. Her husband, she sadly realized now, was as interested in knowing more about her as she was in knowing why ants don't fly.

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