“I said, you’re a cheat. A liar, too.” His jaw muscle spasms. “A liar.” “Uh-huh. You told me you haven’t played this game before, but you have, haven’t you?” “I already told you I haven’t.” A beat passes. It turns into two. We stare at each other as thick and sticky realization trickles into the small gap between us. That was my fifth question.