I think it should be called a lie because a pig is not like a day and people do not have skeletons in their cupboards. And when I try to make a picture of the thing in my head it just confuses me because imagining an apple in someone’s eye doesn’t have anything to do with liking someone a lot and it makes you forget what the person was talking about.
As Christopher investigates the death of his neighbor’s dog, he inadvertently stumbles into a web of secrets being kept by his parents, Ed and Judy, that ironically and inexorably lead to his discovery of who killed the neighbor dog, Wellington.