Her question was met with initial silence. Anaya felt a pang of guilt. She hadn’t told Carl—or the girls—about her lunch with Jeff last week. Oh boy. How is this going to play out?
“I’d rather play the game,” Catie mumbled.
“Me too,” Ava said disapprovingly. “That’s not a fun topic.”
Sophie was in the gleeful minority. “Now that’s deep right there.” Her eyes brightened and she pointed an approving finger at Troy. “Deep, my friend. Deep.”
“Yeah. Too deep,” Marie said into her wine glass.
“How did crickets get into the carpet?” Deb asked, standing up to examine her feet.
“Secrets from your partner, Aunt Deb,” Marie said loudly. “Is it okay to keep secrets from your partner?”
“Well, I know all about keeping secrets. I’ll tell y’all about it right after I find my passport. I left it rig
