CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Curly Kids“Don’t you like it?” Vanessa frowned as Kit pushed a smooth blob of mashed potato to the side of the plate. She gulped, formulating lies in her brain and then discarding them.
Bronwyn gasped. “You’re not a vegan, are you?” Her cerulean irises rounded to giant blue orbs in her face. “I didn’t think to ask. We have a vegetarian option.”
Kit pursed her lips and shook her head. It would have been so easy to accept the excuse, but she imagined carrying it on for the rest of her time in the group and failed at the first hurdle. She c****d her head and pictured them catching her eating bacon or fried chicken at the age of eighty. Or she could become a vegan for real, and then it wouldn’t be a lie. “No,” she replied with a sigh. “I like bacon too much.” She glanced
