We were the ones who held our cards close to our chest. We'd sprinkle their day with little white lies to prop ourselves up and get to our destination (Sorry, the pool is closed today...This soup has no vegetables in it...I am so busy planning a really big slide that I cannot make a little slide today.)
Inevitably, their transparency has clouded a little and our own cards are falling from our hands.
As they learn to say things a certain way to ensure that a friend or one of us does not get hurt, and as their motives being more layered and obscure (to us), we begin to feel propped wider open to their knowing gazes. They've learned about white lies. With just a twitch of a line on my face, they pick up on a pressure drop and they swallow what it was that they were about to bring up.
As I give up controlling the facial twitches, they take up tugging on every line.