Placing myself at the center of the edge, I swing my arms in the air, stare ahead, and take a breath. “Ready when you are.”
“Go.”
I take a lazy step forward. Then, after a few seconds, another one. I’m going to finish walking this tightrope in ten minutes if I can, just to make sure she doesn’t rush it. This one, I can’t afford to lose.
“Are you kidding me right now?” Winnie laughs behind my back, delighted. “I thought you said you guys were competitive! You’re moving at a turtle’s pace.”
“Time is relative, Bumpkin.”
“Don’t Bumpkin me! Are you deliberately being slow?”
“Is that how you know me?” I bark out. “I never play to lose.”
“Hmm,” is all she says, when I’m not even a quarter through my journey to the other chimney. She will have a lifetime to cross her way to safety. A whole goddamn hour, if that’s what she needs.
Because there is one thing Winnifred doesn’t know about me. Doesn’t need to know.
And that is that I will always let her win.
The End