Delilah: Bradford Has A Few Secrets....
Bradford had closed his eyes when the two fingers touched. Then he opened one, the other still shut. Then he opened both. He stared, facinated, yet horrified. His mouth dropped open. And then he said.
"I, Bradford Stork..." He cleared his throat.
"I, the Good Bradford Stork." He clarified, as if trying to make it more formal, like a knight would say.
"I...umm...the Good and Courageous Bradford Stork." He clarified again, this time with a bit more confidence.
"I the Good and Courages Bradford Stork." He said again, wincing only slightly at the pain. "Swear to never ever ever keep any secrets or tell any lies to my friend, Bradford Stork.....I mean Delilah ...for my whole entire life and even after that. Cross my heart and hope to die."
He stared at Delilah.
"Like that?" He asked.
His wrist was limp. All resistance gone. It was like he was completely into the ritual. How could he not be? It was a blood pact. It was more serious than a handshake. It was more important than a double or even a triple dare.
There was no turning back.