[Nick walks down the stairs to sit next to Hilarie who's sitting at the bottom looking at a safe]

Hilarie Burton: Oh, hey Nick!

Nicholas Gray: Hey Hil! Whats up?

HB: Oh, I'm just playing with this Columbus safe. I needed something to put treasures in.

NG: Mmm. That's beautiful!

HB: Yeah, it really is. I got it from my best friend for my birthday.

NG: Mmm.

HB: [pointing at Nick and whispering] It's from Nick. [Nick raises his eyebrows and Hilarie laughs] What do you have?

NG: Oh, I just thought maybe we could an installment of the SoGoPro Book Club.

HB: That is my favorite.

NG: And this is called: ‘We Have Always Lived In The Castle’ by Shirley Jackson, which I finally got a chance to read a book on the airplane, to and fro, and this is a book that you recommended to me.

HB: I really love this book. Shirley Jackson wrote ‘The Lottery.’ A lot of you probably read that in like, tenth grade English class. Very good short story.

NG: Very dark.

HB: Mhmm... So what selection do you have?

NG: So, well this... I'll give you a little heads up. This is a nice little tale about a young girl named Mary Katherine, and her sister, Constance, and they are the Blackwood family. And their entire family died. [something drops from book] What's that?

HB: I think it's my itinerary from the flight [laughs]

NG: Their entire family died after they were fed arsenic. [Hilarie oohs at the camera] And then the whole family was kind of outcasted from the rest of their community. [looking at book] Here we are.

HB: Let's do it!

NG: I'm gonna-

HB: Storytime!

NG: I'm gonna read to you.

HB: Okay good.

NG: 'I can see that you are going to ask me why she should conceivably have used arsenic. My niece is not capable of such subtlety and her lawyer luckily said so at the trial. Constance can put her hand upon a bewildering array of deadly substances without ever leaving home. She could feed you a sauce of poison hemlock, a member of the parsley family which produces immediate paralysis and death when eaten. She might've made a marmalade of the lovely thorn-apple or the baneberry. She might've tossed the salad with Holcus Lenatus, called Velvet Glass, and rich in hydro-cyanic acid. I have notes on all these, madam. Deadly Night Shade..' [to Hilarie] Remember?

HB: Yeah, I think we already talked about Deadly Night Shade!

NG: '...Deadly Night Shade is a relative of the tomato. Would we any of us have had the prescience to decline if Constance served it to us, spiced and made into pickle? Or consider just the mushroom family, rich as that is in tradition and deception. We were all fond of mushrooms. My niece makes a mushroom omelette you must taste to believe, madam. And the common Death Cup. 'Well she should not have been doing the cooking.' said Mrs. Right strongly. 'Well, of course. There is the root of our troubles. Certainly she should not have been doing the cooking if her intention to destroy all of us with poison. We would've been blindly unselfish to encourage her to cook under such circumstances. But she was a quit, not only of the deed, but of the intention.' ‘Well what was wrong with Mrs. Blackwood doing her own cooking?' 'Please,' Uncle Julian's voice had a little shudder in it, and I knew the gesture he was using with it even though he was out of my sight. He would've raised one hand, fingers spread [Hilarie and Nick are demonstrating] and he would be smiling at her over his fingers. [Hilarie laughs] It was a gallant Uncle Julian gesture. I´d seen him use it with Constance. `I'd personally prefer to chance the arsenic,´ Uncle Julian said. `We must go home,´ Hellen Clark said, `I don't know what's come over Lucille. I told her before we came not to mention this subject.´  `I am going to put up wild strawberries this year,´ Constance said to me, `I noticed a con siderable patch of them near the end of the garden.´ It's terribly tactless of her and she's keeping me waiting. The sugar bowl on the sideboard, the heavy silver sugar bowl, it is a family heirloom. My brother prized it highly. You will be wondering about that sugar bowl, I imagine, is it still in use? You are wondering, has it been cleaned? You may very well ask, was it thoroughly washed? I can assure you it was. My niece, Constance washed it before the doctor or the police had come, and you will allow that it was not a felicitous moment to wash a sugar bowl. The other dishes used at dinner were still on the table. But my neice took the sugar bowl to the kitchen, emptied it, and scrubbed it thoroughly with boiling water. It was a curious act. `Well, there was a spider in it,´ Constance said to the teapot.’

HB: So next time you see a beautiful, silver, sugar bowl... it could be full of arsenic!

NG: It could be full of arsenic or worse, spiders, if you really don't like spiders.

HB: Woah! crazy talk! Make sure you guys go out and get, ‘We Have Always Lived in The Castle.’ It's a beautiful, beautiful book.

NG: And thank you for that recommendation!

HB: Anytime, and thank you for my safe! [Hilarie laughs]

NG: Your welcome.

HB: Bye! [Hilarie and Nick wave bye]