I walked further into the room, studying the four identical figures before me. They had gone all-out for this. Same hairstyle, same makeup, same little burgundy silk pajamas that were going to feature prominently in my nightmares for weeks to come.
But they couldn't change everything. People revealed themselves in a thousand tiny ways that couldn't be disguised. The key was finding those tells.
I took a seat in the second row, giving myself some distance to observe all four at once.
"So I can ask questions?"
They nodded in unison, which was deeply unsettling.
"And you'll answer honestly?"
"That's not in the rules," said the one on the far left with a smirk that tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Interesting. Let's start there.
"First question: What's your favorite book?"
The four exchanged glances.
Far left: "The Count of Monte Cristo."
Middle left: "Anything with pictures."
Middle right: "Fashion magazines count as books, right?"
Far right: "The Bell Jar."
