“There’s no time to waste,” Ruth said. She stepped forward with a tray. On it, were four short glasses, each filled with a putrid-smelling, thick green concoction.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, looking more at Sienna than Ruth. Ruth might lie to the rest of us, but I didn’t think she’d lie to Sienna. And I didn’t think Sienna would lie to us.
Sienna looked at her mother, who nodded. Then, with a sigh, she said, “I’m sure.” She was the bravest of us, apparently, because she grabbed her cup first and, holding her nose, drank it down.
At once, I noticed the change. There was a sheen and then a faux face slipped over Sienna’s features. Her eyes were the same, but the rest of her was distorted. Her typical features seemed to have been used as the base, but her nose got bigger, her che
