Lester lies to me sometimes, only he says it's just teasing. Then I go and believe him.
We were talking about names once, and he said he'd let me in on a secret if I didn't tell Dad. He said that we weren't Scotch-Irish at all, that our grandparents had escaped from Russia, but we didn't want anyone to know it.
My real name, he said, wasn't Alice Kathleen McKinley; it was Alicia Katerina de Balencia Blunderbuss Makinoli.
"Honest?" I said.
"Cross my heart," said Lester.
"Write it down," I told him. So Lester wrote it down for me.
I whispered my real name over and over so I...