Lexie's Little Lie
By Emma Shevah
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"…the story is full of heart and will resonate with Raina Telgemeier fans."—School Library Journal
New from the highly acclaimed author of Dream On, Amber and Dara Palmer's Major Drama—who knew one little lie could cause so much trouble?
Lexie and her cousin Eleni are super-crazy-mega-extra-seriously close. They're like twins who aren't actually twins, if that's possible. But when Lexie tells a terrible, jealous lie, her whole family is split apart.
It's up to Lexie to bring them all back together and fix her relationship with Eleni. After a few calamitous escapades, Lexie has discovered that there are all sorts of truths and all sorts of lies too…But can telling the truth be more hurtful than telling a lie?
A Junior Library Guild Selection
Praise for Emma Shevah:
"[This] novel is a charmer...While its humor and illustrations lend it Wimpy Kid appeal, its emotional depth makes it stand out from the pack. Molto bene!"—Booklist, STARRED Review on Dream on, Amber
"Dara's larger-than-life personality and true-to-life middle grade issues command center stage until the curtain falls"—School Library Journal, STARRED Review for Dara Palmer's Major Drama
Great for anyone looking for books for kids:
- with a story about lying and the choices we must make.
- offering social emotional learning to target crucial skill sets.
Emma Shevah
Emma Shevah is half-Irish and half-Thai and was born and raised in London but now lives in Brighton, England. She runs the literary club at New York University in London and teaches English at Francis Holland School. Her novel Dream On, Amber received a 2017 Odyssey Honor Award for best audiobook produced for children and/or young adults. Visit Emma at emmashevah.com.
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Lexie's Little Lie - Emma Shevah
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Copyright © 2019 by Emma Shevah
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Originally published as What Lexie Did in 2018 in the United Kingdom by Chicken House.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Shevah, Emma, author.
Title: Lexie’s little lie / Emma Shevah.
Other titles: What Lexie did
Description: Naperville, Illinois : Sourcebooks Jabberwocky, [2019] | Originally published in the United Kingdom by Chicken House in 2018 under title: What Lexie did. | Summary: Lexie and her fragile cousin Elena are inseparable until Lexie tells a lie that splits apart her large, colorful Greek-Cypriot family.
Identifiers: LCCN 2018041052 | (hardcover : alk. paper)
Subjects: | CYAC: Honesty--Fiction. | Family life--Fiction. |
Friendship--Fiction. | Greeks--Great Britain--Fiction. | Cypriots--Great Britain--Fiction.
Classification: LCC PZ7.1.S516 Le 2019 | DDC [Fic]--dc23
LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2018041052
Contents
Front Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Part 1
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Part 2
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Loukia’s Cinnamon Cake
Theo Michaels’s Galaktoboureka
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Back Cover
To Sean, my cousin and almost-twin. Born two weeks after me and pushed around in the same pram, we grew up sharing games, jokes, and birthday parties, and years later, we had our children a few months apart. You are my Eleni.
Part 1
Have you ever been so close to someone that you could wah-wah in whale song?
I have. Well, sort of, anyway.
When I say wah-wah, I mean communicate, but not in a normal way. In a special telepathic way that wah-wahs out of your brain and into theirs, or wah-wahs out of their brain into yours. Come to think of it, it’s nothing like whale song. I don’t know why we ever thought it was, but when we were little that’s what Eleni called it, and it stuck. Look, we were about five at the time, and when you’re five, the craziest nonsense makes perfect sense.
What our five-year-old brains were trying to say was this: sometimes two human beings know each other so well they can talk in a language that isn’t made up of words. It isn’t made up of eye squints, hand twists, or face gymnastics, either. No. This communication is much more wooooohhh and spooky than that (just without the aliens and ghosts).
You can only wah-wah with someone you’re super-ridiculously-mega-extra-seriously close to, and for me, that person is Eleni.
She’s my cousin, but the word cousin needs an update, if you ask me. You know how some languages have tons of words to describe one thing? I looked up Eskimo words for snow
once, and found out that the Sami people of Scandinavia and Russia use around 180 snow-and-ice-related words, and 300 words for types of snow, snow conditions, and snow tracks. Even more mind-blowing, they use around a thousand words for reindeer.
A thousand words!
FOR REINDEER!
I was so amazed by that, I had to write some down in my notebook.
Sami words for specific types of reindeer:
• short fat female
• pregnant female
• female that has not given birth to a calf that year
• female that lost her calf in late spring
• female that can never have a calf
• miserable, skinny female without a proper coat
• miserable, skinny male without a proper coat
• young, healthy male matured enough to accompany his mother in difficult conditions
• dark yellowish-gray male with brown belly
• males with no antlers, cut antlers, many-branched antlers, quivering antlers, etc.
• lazy old hand-biters
• flying red-nosed present deliverers
(I might have made those last two up.)
So it’s strange that there’s only one word for cousin. Cousins aren’t all the same—there are degrees of cousin-ness. Some are close as twins, like Eleni and me, and some are people you barely know. Amy Mitchell in my class has cousins she’s only met once because they live in Germany.
Weird.
The only person I know who has more first cousins than us is Mohammed Rashid. We have twenty-eight and he has forty or fifty—he doesn’t know the exact number—but his are spread out all over the world, and ours all live in the same five-mile radius of South London. I bet if we could, we’d all live in the same house. Maybe even the same room.
When I grow up, I’m going to write dictionaries and invent a thousand words for cousin. These are just a few of the very complicated rankings:
Degrees of cousin-ness
Categories:
• Cousin on mom or dad’s side
• Older or younger than you
• Degree of hairiness
Subcategories:
• How close they live to you
• How often you see them
• How well you get along
• How many games you make up together
• How likely you are to win at those games
Likability:
• Do they fire Nerf guns at you/stick gummy bears in your shoes/give good birthday presents/let you watch stuff you’re not allowed to watch when they’re babysitting at your house?
• Are they a bit strange, but you need to be nice to them or you’ll get yelled at?
• Are they useful to know later in life, like Vasillis, who’s a locksmith?
As for Eleni, she’s the closest a cousin could possibly be. Closer than anyone could be. I mean, if it’s possible to have a twin who isn’t really your twin—like not from the same egg or mother, but a twin deep down in your heart and your cells and your soul, or something—then Eleni is mine.
We don’t look like twins. My hair’s dark brown, but it looks a little reddish in the sun. It’s also thick and wavy, and even though Mom makes me put it up, it still gushes to my waist in a hair waterfall. Eleni’s hair is light brown, and it’s so fine and straight and thin, it’s more like hair dribbling out of a faucet. She has a small, pointy nose and huge hazel-green eyes, so if you ask me, she looks a little like a bush baby. My eyes are chocolate brown, I’ve just gotten new glasses, and I look more like a human being. I’m strong and healthy, but Eleni’s weak and as skinny as a broom because of her complication. That’s one of the reasons we’re so close, but I’ll get to that later.
So we might not look identical, but that doesn’t mean anything. We’re twins anyway. And we need each other for all kinds of things. Eleni’s terrified of the dark and of spiders, and she freaks out over fireworks, thunder, and the sound of bathwater being sucked down the drain. She makes me go into rooms and turn lights on, do spider checks under the beds, and let the water out of the tub for her so she can run away to a safe place with her hands over her ears, yelling.
And when I worry too much about the bad things in the world, she reminds me of some of the good things, like pizza with pineapple, snowy days, and watching cartoons in pajamas, to make me feel better. We have notebooks full of them, just in case, and write lists of them all the time, so we have them whenever we need them.
So I make sure the bath monster doesn’t suck Eleni down the drain, and she reminds me that because the world contains hopscotch, hummingbirds, and brownies, everything is going to be just fine.
What I’m trying to say is that we look out for each other. We always have. And we always will. At least that’s what I thought. But then something bad happened, which led to some really bad stuff happening, and then I did something that changed everything.
After that, we forgot we were basically twins, and that we were once so close we could wah-wah in whale song.
And it all started with the picnic.
My family is Greek Cypriot, which means we originally came from Cyprus, an island off the coast of Greece that’s shaped a little like a stretched guitar. This means we’re Greek but, you know, with our own specific twist. I won’t go into the details, because it’s a long story involving wars, invasions, Roman mosaics, Halloumi, lemon chicken soup, independence, more wars, and even more Halloumi. You can look it up if you’re that interested. But I’ll bet that wherever they are in the world, Greek families are big and close and loud, and if they’re anything like mine, they’re passionate about their traditions.
We have about four million of them, but a big one is filoxenia (also spelled philoxenia). That might sound like a cheesy pastry or a rare skin disease, but it actually means friend to foreigners. It comes from the Greek myth about Zeus, king of the gods, when he disguised himself as a poor man in rags and visited the homes of Greeks to see how they treated strangers.
So-u,
Yiayia, my grandma, says. (Don’t ask me why, but she pronounces it like it has a u on the end. Greeks also drag words out so they’re really long, and the sounds and rhythms go up and down like a melody.) You must always treat the strangers very very good, Alexandra, because maybe they turn out to be the god.
Yiayia’s the only one who still calls me Alexandra. Like me, most Greeks are named after saints, but we usually give each other nicknames or our names get shortened. I got called Alexia, then Lexie, and half the time they even shorten that to Lex.
Anyhow, filoxenia is the reason we had the picnic near Brighton that Saturday: we wanted to welcome the new family and have an excuse—not that we ever need one—to eat ten tons of Greek food. The Antoniou family weren’t exactly strangers. We’re not talking about mysterious visitors from a distant land or anything. They were Greek Cypriots who’d moved from North to South London. The dad was Mom’s friend’s cousin, and the mom was someone’s sister-in-law, but they were new in our neighborhood, and that was enough.
So we had one of those big family-and-friends picnics where the adults talk extra loudly, the teenagers hang out together and act bored, and the little kids chase each other with dog poop on sticks. We have them a couple of times a year, and there’s always a serious amount of food. Mainly meat for the barbecue, but also salads, fruit, and lemon cake. And even though there are normally about forty or fifty Greek people there, we always bring enough food for fifty more.
As for all that Zeus stuff, well…let me put it like this: their daughter did not turn out to be a god in disguise. Uh-uh. Right from the start, I didn’t like her. I don’t know why. I usually like everyone, but there was something about her that made my skin crawl and my eyes squeeze into slits. It might have been because she kept trying to take my best friend and almost-twin away from me, but there was more to it than that. She got on my nerves, and that’s just the way it was.
Her name was Anastasia, and I liked her as much as I liked eating slugs and wearing itchy underpants. Still, when she threw our car keys into the sea, she taught me a big life lesson. It wasn’t that you don’t throw car keys in the sea. I knew that