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great ability to believe in fairies and magic when it’s important) and scooped a pile of salad onto her plate.
    Chloe’s: Greek restaurant, karaoke bar, and shoe-repair shop, is our favorite hangout for three very good reasons.
The food is cheap and decent.
The karaoke options are many.
No one else from Willing ever goes there.
    We’d managed to snag our favorite table—one away from the stage, such as it is. It’s really just a big sheet of plywood raised up on bunch of cinder blocks, large enough to hold a mic and a singer (or poet, stand-up comedian, or emcee, depending on the night) comfortably. It’s not uncommon for a Motown song to inspire backup singers, but it’s also not uncommon for them to fall off the back, especially if the song is “Stop! In the Name of Love” and the Supreme-alikes are enthusiastic.
    â€œGod, shoot him,” Frankie muttered, stabbing a pita triangle in the direction of the stage. “Shoot me.”
    Sadie, clearly feeling much more cheerful with some sustenance in her, popped him with a gun forefinger. “Truth or Dare.”
    â€œTruth. I’m eating.”
    â€œOkay.” She sucked thoughtfully on an olive, then, “If you could commit one serious crime—and I mean a lots-of-years-in-jail kind of crime—and get away with it, what would it be?”
    â€œOoh.” Frankie narrowed his eyes in gleeful contemplation. “I like that one. A raid on the men’s department at Barneys, maybe? A slow, painful death for certain elected officials? A forged check from a member of the Walmart family? Hard choice. Ah. I have it. I would steal the Hope Diamond.”
    â€œIt’s cursed,” I told him. “Everyone who has owned it has died a terrible death.”
    â€œDon’t care. I want it.”
    â€œWhy?” Sadie was genuinely curious. “You couldn’t exactly wear it around.”
    â€œAbsolutely true. Maybe I’d keep it in a shoe box. Or send it to Haiti. No one would ever know where it went, or what brilliant criminal mastermind was able to take it. I would be the eternal Who.”
    I have to give Frankie credit; his answers are never boring.
    ToD, as we play it, has two rules: no lying, ever, and no dares that would cause the sort of humiliation that follows you into adulthood. Since it’s just the three of us, we’re pretty good at respecting those boundaries. After two years, we’ve gotten pretty creative. You’d think we would know every last thing there is to know about one another, rendering the game something less than entertaining. We know
most
everything about one another. We also each know something about the others that keeps ToD fresh.
    Like:
    Frankie exaggerates. Everything. So ToD is a good way for Sadie and me to find out whether he actually did meet Marc Jacobs as he hinted after a trip to New York (no, but he did see him coming out of Bergdorf’s), or locked lips with the cute sales boy at Sailor Jerry (yes, but cute sales boy has a boyfriend). It’s also the only way we ever find out
anything
about his life at home. He never volunteers. He will, however, answer what we ask, even if he looks like the words are burning his tongue while he does it—as long as it’s not about his brother’s shadier side. And Sadie is desperately curious about Daniel.
    Of course, Frankie almost always chooses Dare. And the one time Sadie tried to do an end run around that one by (gently) daring him to tell us the worst thing Daniel had ever done in his presence, he growled, “Not cool. Not cool at all,” and got up and walked out of Chloe’s. He was there waiting for us at school the next morning, and nothing was ever said, but we haven’t dared him to tell or asked about his twin since.
    When daring Frankie, it helps to know that, deep down, he is just as shy and insecure as anyone. Yes, his fave pastime is dancing in front of the mirrors at