My brother Sethie, in a fit of sheer improvidence, selected "Dare."
Ady, Kissy, Lisa, Cerice, Missy and I cackled and hastily put our heads together. The think tank had a two-minute timelimit to come up with something truly scandalous.
Muffled conversation ensued, then some high-fiving. Sethie looked on uneasily.
The ladies attending a fancy neighborhood garden party paused their conversations and lifted their eyebrows. A blond boy in an enormous sombraro and a grass skirt hula'ed his way across the patio. My mother was mortified.