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“Okay?”<br />
“Will you be home for dinner?”<br />
Not even daring to breathe, I quickly sneak the elephant<br />
into the living room. “They’re feeding us pizzas. I won’t be<br />
home until seven.”<br />
“Seven?”<br />
“No later. Promise,” I rasp.<br />
“Okay.”<br />
Mom smiles and says, “Marty and I may grab a bite to<br />
eat in Middletown.”<br />
I stare at her. When you’re not looking, people can<br />
change right before your eyes.<br />
You know how they say that shoplifting a pack of gum can<br />
lead to robbing a convenience store, or smoking cigarettes<br />
can lead to smoking pot? Well, I now believe that’s probably<br />
true because the first big fat lie I told my mother led directly<br />
to a bigger fatter lie I told my aunt.<br />
“Your mother said it was okay for you and Perry to hop<br />
on a bus to Washington, D.C.?” she asks me, incredulous.<br />
“Yes. Yes, she did.”<br />
“The same mother who freaked out when you went to<br />
the Dover Mall?”<br />
“That would be her, yes.” I swallow, forcing my eyes to<br />
stare into Aunt Marty’s eyes because “Martine on Men”<br />
once said, “It’s easy to tell when a guy lies—he simply won’t<br />
meet your gaze. He’ll stare at your forehead, the bridge of<br />
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