" I have an idea. . .” she said.

“Tell me.”

“Let’s play a game. Do you have a blindfold?” I wiggled my eyebrows at her. “It’s not what you think.”

I pulled a long, red dishtowel out of the drawer and tossed it to her. She leaned forward on her knees and proceeded to tie it around my head.

“I’m getting scared, Grace.”

“We’re gonna play, ‘Guess what I just put in your mouth.’ ”

“Sweet Jesus. That sounds like a game I’ll like.”

“Don’t get too excited.”

Too late. "

― Renee Carlino , Before We Were Strangers