I see her and I make a small motion with my head, a sign only between us. She understands. She looks at her parents. They are busy taking a seat around the table in the restaurant. Her little brother asks for raisins. So, she gets next to me in the booth, and waits.
I lean towards her, covering my mouth.
“I have to tell you a secret.”
She freezes with the children’s menu in her hand. Barely can speak.
I take a deep breath. She needs to know.
” There are two dead spiders on the carpet where we live.”
The surprise is overwhelming, but she manages it well.
“Where?” She is biting her lip, making a plan.
” On the hallway to the first bathroom.”
“Buni, don’t do anything. I need to see them.”
The dead insects are still there until she comes.