“I know a secret,” he whispered. “You always have the best secrets. What’s this one?” “I know you have a girlfriend.” I coughed. “Excuse me? Who told you that? I don’t have a girlfriend.” He nodded his head. “Uh-huh. Dad told Mom. Only for the body, though.” I blinked slow. “What was that last part, Donovan?” “He said, ‘only for the body.’ What does that mean, Uncle Dymon?” “Nothing at all. Let’s finish washing our hands.”
