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These days the buddies didn't have to enforce theno-โtalking rule when they wanted it to be enforced. We all ate quietly at dinner after mumbling thank-โyous to each other, chewing mindlessly, staring at nothing. Mindy was the occasional exception. She had the most nervous energy, I thought. The silence appeared to heighten it. Her eyes darted about as if she was expecting something terrible to occur or someone to yell at her. She nearly dropped a plate during cleanup and turned white with fear for a moment. Was Dr. Foreman right about her? Was she regressing, becoming worse instead of better each day?
After we ate dinner, we did at least help each other with the school assignments, but that was still for selfish reasons. No one wanted to earn any more demerits. Our grades were all passing and even the buddies had to admit we were doing well on that score. This was still Gia's doing. She seemed alive actually only when it came to schoolwork, and I began to feel sorry for her, sorry that she wasn't at a real school because she seemed to enjoy studying, reading. It was the only time now that we heard any excitement in her voice, saw any brightness in her eyes. She might even make a good teacher someday, I thought, a real teacher with students who were interested and cared.
Funny how memories of school suddenly became desirable. I had hated it so much when I was there, or at least, I thought I had. Now when I recalled the chatter, the excitement, even the classes, I felt a longing I hadn't thought I would ever feel. This was in no way like the school I had known and abused.
This particular evening, after dinner, we had only a little schoolwork in comparison to what we had been given beforehand nightly. It left us with some free time, and to the surprise of us all, M'Lady Two showed upwith a half dozen relatively recent magazines popular with teenagers.
โDr. Foreman says you all deserve some foolish and wasteful reading. You can share these among you.โ She dropped the magazines at her feet.
Teal started eagerly for the pile, moving like a starving person toward food, but Gia stopped her with โDon't touch them!โ She said it with such hysteria, Teal practically jumped back.
โWhat? Why not?โ She looked at the pile. โWhat's on them?โ
โIn them,โ Gia whispered. โIt's what's in them.โ She stared at them, then looked up at all of us. โSubliminal messages,โ she muttered.
โHuh?โ Robin said, scrunching her nose. โWhat's that?โ
โIt's a secret way to get you to think what she wants you to think,โ Gia said.
Robin pulled her head back and looked at Teal, who shook hers and shrugged. Mindy didn't move, didn't speak.
โWe don't understand, Gia,โ I said. โHow can she put something in a magazine secretly?โ
โShe can! It's like you go to the movies and they stick a few frames of popcorn in the movie. It flashes by too fast for you to realize it, but you suddenly want to get up and get popcorn.โ
โYou're crazy,โ Robin said.
โIt's a proven thing. I read about it,โ Gia said.
โSo she gets me to eat popcorn. Big deal,โ Robin told her, moving to the magazines.
โThat's just an example. She'll get you to do something else. She never does anything, gives you anything, unless it helps her control you, change you.โ
โYou're a paranoid.โ Robin picked up the magazine she wanted and looked at Gia. โWhen are you going to learn? Adults always get us to do what they want one way or another. You're the one who taught me that.โ Robin looked at Teal, who moved to the magazines next. Mindy shrugged and did the same. Gia looked at me and shook her head in pity. Her warning got me thinking.
Dr. Foreman had given me a magazine and told me I wasn't permitted to let any of them read it. Was there something in it specifically for me, something that made me do what she wanted? Maybe there was. Maybe Gia wasn't as crazy as they thought, at least when it came to this.
I turned away from the pile without taking any magazine.
โYou're not taking a magazine? You believe her nonsense?โ Robin cried, amazed.
โI'm just not interested in any of the magazines.โ
โThat's bull. You took one from her already. Now, because of what Gia's saying, you're afraid,โ Robin said, smiling. โGia has you afraid.โ
โSo, I'm afraid. Think what you like. I stopped caring about what any of you think about me,โ I said. โJust like you stopped caring about what any of us think about you.โ
I went to my cot to lie down. Robin and Teal thumbed through the magazines excitedly, talking about the clothing styles, the new television shows, the movies they were missing. They moaned over this dreamy young male actor or that. They did it all with exaggeration to make me jealous.
Teal began to describe some of the wonderful things she had at home and Robin talked about her music,
admitting she even wished she could listen to her mother darling's singing and playing. Both wondered aloud what was the latest hit record, and suddenly, I realized what Gia was saying.
I sat up and exclaimed, โThat's it!โ They all looked at me.
โWhat's it?โ Teal said, smiling.
โGia's right.โ
โShe's right?โ
โOnly it's not sub whatever she called it. It's right there in front of you, in front of us. Just listen to you talking. She wants you to see what you're missing, to moan and cry about it all.โ
โWhy?โ
โSo you'll be sorrier about what you're missing, and more obedient and hope more that you'll go home,โ I said.
โYes,โ Gia said, nodding and whispering. โYes. You understand, Phoebe. Good. These magazines, anything like that, are a form of subtle torture, torment.โ She turned to the others. โDon't you understand what we're saying? Look at yourselves, what you're wearing, your hands, your
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