The Misdelivered Secret Between Arthur and the Girl Next Door

then at the girl beside me with flour under one fingernail.

“I am beginning to.”

She looked embarrassed and took the phone back.

“I hate it sometimes.”

“Then why do it?”

She looked across the driveway at her apartment.

“Because a cheerful lie pays better than an honest panic.”

That sentence stayed with me.

That night, after she left, I walked through my house continue reading …