“Whatcha making?” he asked. “Brussels sprouts.” I finally looked over at him. His eyes were right where I thought they’d be—on me. “That’s odd,” Joe said. He swigged his beer. “Why?” “Because Calvin hates brussels sprouts.” My lips parted but I quickly pressed them together. “Oh. I didn’t know that.” Calvin had lied to me about something as stupid as liking brussels sprouts. I’m sure it was because he didn’t want to hurt my feelings. But it left me wondering what else he was lying about.
