The more clues she fed me, the more frustrated I became until, finally, I asked for a hint. Write them down, she said. Then the rule was obvious; only words with double letters were allowed in the green glass room. At lunch, I’d wasted no time testing Mayra. She went quiet after three clues, ripping her cafeteria cheese sticks into bite-sized pieces. A long moment later, she solved the riddle. No hints. No need to write anything down.
