Reply To: Circle of Eights, Stories

Nishanti fidgeted while she waited for her sister Nanda to explain why they were all gathered here in the kitchen, with the doors and windows closed against eavesdroppers.

Now, listen to me carefully, sisters, Nanda began. This is a secret! Our brother Gayesh is alive! But nobody is to know, so don’t breathe a word to anyone, ok? Nanda peered sternly into the eyes of each of her young sisters. It would compromise his research project…or something…..anyway, he told me that secrecy is of the utmost importance at this stage, so don’t say a word.

Now, go and pack a small bag, each of you, as if for a picnic…not too much! We don’t want anyone to think we’re leaving, just going out for the day.

Where are we going, Nanda? asked Nishanti.

To the old family home in the mountains, that’s where Gayesh has his facility now.

But there’s no roof left on it, Nanda! Eromi said, alarmed. I don’t want to go there!

Oh, shush, Eromi, he’s fixed the place up, silly.