Oh, BD, why couldn’t it have been you?” “Well, I’m flattered, but I can’t say I’m surprised.” “Really?” I say, amazed. “You’ve read all Noa’s books. You’re honestly telling me you suspected Noa Callaway had a . . . you know . . .” “You can say penis to your grandmother, Lanie.” “Oh jeez. Fine. Penis.” “Manhood,” BD says. “Dick.” I put my head on the table.
