Page 73 of You Chive Me Crazy
That was the truth since Zoe’s two nieces, Brianna and Brooke, had both been no-shows today. They were the ones who were supposed to help Zoe with all the prep for the festival. But Brianna called Zoe to let her know she had car trouble. That ruled out Brooke since she didn’t have a car and was supposed to ride with Brianna. It was still up in the air whether they would even make it tomorrow morning, but Rolando, Savannah, and I had already told Zoe not to stress about it. We would all be available for her at the festival if she needed us.
I wasn’t going to tell Zoe, but I hoped Brianna and Brooke were no-shows again, so I could spend the entire day bumping into her inside the food truck. Any chance to spend more time with her would be a good thing.
Eventually, I would have to do some work of my own, but I wasn’t worried about it too much since I could typically write a food review in under a couple of hours. One hundred percent of my focus was still currently on Zoe. I could play catch-up with my job on the last day of the festival if needed.
“Cheers!” we all said, clinking our beer bottles.
“Hey—let’s play Two Truths and a Lie,” Savannah said.
“Is that a drinking game?” Rolando asked.
“It could be,” Zoe said, laughing. “But the bottom line is you share three statements about yourself. Two of them are true. One is a lie. Then the rest of us try to guess which one is the lie. The trick is to come up with two truths that are very hard to believe, so we can’t figure out which one is a lie.”
“That may not work well since we all know each other one way or another,” I said. “And Rolando and I go all the way back to middle school. He knows all my dark secrets.”
“And they still keep me up at night.” Rolando shivered, then chuckled, before taking a sip of his beer.
Zoe playfully poked my arm. “You just need to get creative. I’m sure you can handle it. Guys versus girls will make it fair since Rolando knows all your truths, including the brand of your underwear, whenever you have clothes on.”
“All right, I'll go first!” Savannah said. “I was conceived in Savannah, Georgia, and that’s how I got my name. I once spilled coffee on Madonna. I’m an ordained minister.”
I chuckled. “Not a bad effort, but I’m going to say there’s no way you’re an ordained minister. Lie!”
Rolando nodded. “I agree. No way.”
Savannah made the sound of a game show buzzer. “Wrong.”
“Really?” Zoe said. “I was thinking the same thing.”
“I was the officiant for my cousin’s wedding and got ordained through the Universal Life Church online,” Savannah said. “It’s totally legit. Anyone can do it.”
“You learn something new every day,” I said. “What’s the lie then?”
“I wasn’t conceived in Savannah, Georgia,” she said. “It was in the backseat of my dad’s Jeep Grand Cherokee in Pismo Beach. Classy with a K, my friends.” She laughed and clinked Zoe’s bottle before taking a sip of her beer.
Rolando held up his hand like he was in school. “Okay, I’m next. I got kicked in the face by Jackie Chan. I once ate forty California rolls at a sushi restaurant. I can speak five languages.”
“I’ve only heard you speak English,” Zoe said. “Liar!”
Rolando frowned. “Maybe I should’ve said three languages instead of five.”
I smirked. “Or one?” I laughed and gestured to Zoe. “You’re next.”
She nodded, thinking. “I kissed Matt Damon. I got a ticket for going ninety miles an hour. I’m allergic to rice.”
“Easy,” I said. “Getting a ticket for going ninety miles an hour is a lie.”
Zoe’s mouth fell open. “How did you know?”
“Because you drive like my grandma,” I said, then I glanced at her lips. “Speaking of kisses . . .”
Zoe shook her head, looking amused and playfully pushing me away. “Not now.”
I shrugged. “I just wanted to know where you kissed Matt Damon.”
She smirked. “On the lips, where else?”
The four of us laughed, then Rolando pointed to me. “Your turn.”
