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“Dani! Come look what I found!”
“Jamie? Where are – Wait, are you up there again? I thought you said you are done exploring the attic?”
“I did, but then I was worried I could've missed somethin’ cool. And guess what? I did. If I hadn’t come back I wouldn’t have found this.”
“What would that be?”
“It’s an old board game, I reckon. By the look of it must be older than Karen.”
“Jamie!”
“What?”
“One day, she’ll hear you talking about her like that and she’ll never let me hang out with you again. You want that?”
“No, no. Of course not.”
“You’re just lucky she’s out like a light on the couch and doesn’t hear what you say.”
“And even if she heard me, it wouldn’t be the first and certainly not the last house I’d be kicked out of.”
“Jamie! I thought we don’t make fun of serious things. And you’re doing just that, and I don’t like it.”
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to upset you.”
“It’s okay.”
“So, uh, are you comin’?”
“No. Hell, no. Absolutely not. You’ll have to climb down and show me but I am not, under any circumstances, not in a million years, going up there.”
“Why not?”
“You know exactly why.”
“C’mon. You have to. There are so many cool things up there! Not just that ol’ game. There are also photo-albums, comics, books, film tapes. There’s even an old record player and some vinyl’s.”
“But! There’s also dust in an attic. So much it makes little dust bunnies. And! Spiders, in all types and sizes. You know I hate them. Oh, and don’t get me started on cobwebs. Or ghosts.”
“Hm. What if I come down, we get your dad’s old oil lamp, a blanket and some peanut butter sandwiches? Will you come with me then?”
“I don’t know, Jamie.”
“Please. You’d even get a kiss.”
“A what? Jamie, why don’t you take that game and come down here? We could play in my room or outside in the garden. I’d even make us some lemonade.”
“Oh, I love your lemonade.”
“I know you do. Well, I’ll go to the kitchen and make it and you bring the game downstairs?”
“Dani, wait. I don’t think I can carry it. It’s quite clunky ‘n heavy. Can we please play here? I really want to.”
“You don’t give up, do you?”
“Never.”
“Okay, fine. You win. But this costs you at least two kisses. Three if I lose. And one for each spider I see.”
“You heard that, did you? About the kissin’?”
“Mh-mm.”
“You mean that, or--"
“How about you go and grab the oil-lamp and a blanket from the garage, and I take care of the snacks? Meet you here again in five?”
“Okay, sounds good. You’re the best, you know that?”
“No, you.”
“No, you.”
“So, what’s the game about?”
“Absolutely no bloody idea. The name is what got me hooked.”
“Oh, what’s it called? Out with it!”
“It’s...
Jumanji.”
