The Mind Reader
“Nope. Oh, it must be you! Because, you know, when I go, I feel reassured that my twin is in good hands with you.”
Rye’s eyes were fixed on Brady, and he looked carefully at his face. Although Brady’s face didn’t say much, Rye felt a chill down his back.
Rye said, “Hey, don’t say that! Dude, are you drunk or something?”
“I’m not!” Brady said. “This is what I’ve wanted to tell you for a while. I want it to be you; it must be you!”
“Why are you talking like that, huh? It seems like you might pass away soon. Please avoid using that kind of language. Man, this joke is not good!” Rye said.