Peter leaped onto the couch. He bounced up and down several times on the cushion.
“What are you doing?” I snapped.
“This is how I relax,” he said. Then he stopped bouncing, and his face grew serious. “Danielle, am I going to feel weird?”
“You won’t feel a thing,” I told him. “You’ll be in a trance, remember?”
I knew exactly what I was going to do. I was going to do my coin routine, swing it back and forth. Then I would pretend to put him in a trance.
Of course, Peter would say he didn’t feel anything. It didn’t work. And then I planned to tell him it was because he was in such a deep trance, he just
didn’t remember.
What a shame it didn’t work out the way I had imagined.