The Kindest Lie: A Delivery Driver, an Old Woman, and Rusty’s Last Winter

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Then he stared at me like he wanted to see me flinch.

“I’m going to ask you something,” he said. “And I want a straight answer.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Did you take money from my mother?”

The question hit like cold water.

“No,” I said immediately. “Not like that. She gave me two dollars for gas sometimes. That’s it. And I tried to refuse half the time.”

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