Beatrice

"What is this? Guantanamo? Are you going to waterboard me?" I ask.

"Not if you tell us everything," Rosalind says.

I'm sitting on the coffee table, and Olivia, Rosalind, Diane, and Bessie are on the couch facing me, like I'm the movie screen at a matinee. Even Olivia's kids are looking at me while they sit on the floor with Tiffany in a sea of Legos. Diane even turned off the television. I'm definitely the center of attention. I don't want to let them ...