added.
"I'm surprised you didn't know that," Roxy said, pointedly, to D. J.
D. J. shrugged. "I'm just sitting here."
"'Yes-Yes?' What kind of name is that for a game?" Hoagie wondered.
Luna stated, "Well, that's what it is. Don't believe me, then."
"I won't, thank you," Roxy said.
Hoagie said, "Hey, I know. Ask the board."
Luna said, "We just did--"
Hoagie said, "But I mean--"
While they were arguing what "Ouija" meant, D. J. leaned over the board to Roxy, whispering, "Boy, you're cranky tonight."
Roxy answered by sticking her tongue out again.
"I'm telling you," D. J. whispered, "You better watch where you point that thing--"
Hoagie suggested, "Okay, really, ask the board if that's true, the French-German yes-thing--"
Luna replied, "Yeah, that's good. Fine. Do that--"
Roxy scowled, "Fine, whatever, who cares."
D. J. and Roxy repositioned their fingers.
"And don't be touching my fingers," warned Roxy.
"I ain't touchin' your old scabby claws," growled D. J.
"Well, see that you don't--"
"That's cootie-ville. Who knows where they been--"
"Guess where this one's gonna be--"
"Hoa-gie--!"
"Fine, we're asking, already, keep your hose on," Roxy said. Then, to the board: "'Is Ouija French and German for yes?' There. C'mon ... let's concentrate. Yeah. And no pushing."
"Yeah, no pushing," said Hoagie.
"I'm just sitting here," D. J. sighed.
D. J. and Roxy concentrated on the board again. Eventually the pointer moved -- one short move, then it stopped.
"It stopped," said Hoagie. "On the letter 'C.' But that's not even a whole word."
D. J. shook his head. "Rox, wait, don't lift your fingers--"
"I didn't. They slipped. It stopped on its own. I think it's broke. And don't call me 'Rox.'"
Luna commented, "No, it's not broken. It answered your question."
"How?" Hoagie stared at the board. "It's just one letter."
Luna grinned that mysterious grin. "The letter 'C.' Si ... Spanish for yes."
Hoagie tapped the board suspiciously. "Get out of here."
"You made that up," said Roxy.
Luna just shrugged.
Roxy winced with irritation at D. J. " You --you're not allowed to ask any more questions."
D. J. looked around, vaguely. He started to say, you're the one that asked the question, nitwit , but stuck with: "I'm just sitting here."
Roxy shooed him. "Not no more, you're not. Move. You're done."
"Fine. Nuts, all of ya. Who cares. I was getting a cramp anyway."
Roxy pushed D. J. away from the board. "Hey. No pushing, remember," he protested, as he wobbled against a dirty box.
Roxy stuck her tongue again.
D. J., mocking, "'Hoa-gie--!' C'mon, man, you're the manager. Man up, here. Manager man."
Roxy glared at Hoagie. "Don't even dream of telling me what to do off the clock."
"Fine, fine," D. J. sighed, standing up with a splintery creak. "I need a break anyway."
"Hey," said Roxy, pointing as she also stood up. "If he doesn't have to stay, I don't have to stay--"
"Copycat," cooed D. J.
As D. J. and Roxy jostled to leave, Luna intoned, very calmly, "Well, what everyone seems to be overlooking is... someone's here. In this room. With us."
Everyone looked around, semi-nervously-- except D. J., who made snoring sounds.
Luna pointed out, "You are not taking this seriously."
D. J. rolled his eyes. Roxy gave him a ha-ha-you-got-in-trouble look.
Hoagie, swallowing, said, "Well, if someone's here, we should maybe probably ask him something." He paused a moment. "Like what?"
"Hey, how 'bout this," D. J. offered. "Ask his name. Find out who we're talking to. It's only polite, seein' as you're grillin' him so much." D. J. waved to Roxy. "Let's go, Rox."
A pint-sized glare.
"I mean, Roxy."
"Fine, leave then." Luna quickly arranged the board between her and Hoagie. Roxy grimaced slightly as Luna and Hoagie positioned their fingers close together.
Luna nodded, "Wow, doesn't that give you a chill? I'm chilled."
Hoagie nodded, wide-eyed, "Oh wow. Right."
Luna nodded, "It's a definite chill
Etgar Keret, Nathan Englander, Miriam Shlesinger, Sondra Silverston