“You have secrets?” “So many.” “Tell me,” I demanded. “We’re friends. Bros, even. Bros don’t keep secrets from each other.” “What was your meeting about today?” “Bros can totally keep secrets,” I decided. “Wow, that bad? Should I be concerned?” “Possibly. Probably. It’s certainly not healthy.” “Underground cock fighting?” I was horrified. “I would never do that to roosters,” I said. He winked at me. “I wasn’t talking about roosters.”
