In the early afternoon after Prank Day, I catch Riven sneaking around the house with a suspicious air about him. Acting all shifty, he grabs the car keys from the cabinet next to the door and puts on his parka.
“I’m going into town,” he says, not looking me directly in the eyes. “Need anything?”
Mmm, averted gaze, no invitation to come along. Something is up. He always asks me to tag along when he rides into town.
“No, the fridge is full,” I say, “and I’m all shopped out for a while. How come you’re going?”
Finally looking at me, he says. “I need to buy new underwear.”
Sassy answer, but probably an excuse. Something is definitely off.
I could call his bluff, say that I want to go, too, and see how he reacts. Would he come up with another excuse or point-blank tell me no? At least h
