To Lie Or Not To Lie
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Anyway, we walked into the dining room and the first thing that struck me was how empty the place seemed. It looked as if most of the guests had left. All of the people were sitting at one table near the windows at the back right side of the dining room.
At that table there were two empty chairs with place settings. This looked ominous. I glanced around the room and all the other tables were bare. Nary a spork nor a knife to be seen. Being somewhat quick on my feet I surmised that much like a Seder, the staff had left the settings empty so that the rest of the table could honor a pair of hikers that had been eaten earlier in the day.
I wondered where we would sit? Because really, it had to be the Seder thing. If not, that meant that they intended Mom and I to sit there, and as I'm sure you know by now the only thing that would have made this situation worse for your Mother, would be if one of the guests was a Cougar. Although, there was one lady sitting on the end that gave an unsettling look to the young men serving, but that's another story.
”David! Suzanne! Just in time," Leeza said, walking up behind us and putting her arms around our shoulders, gently steering us to what appeared to be our assigned places at the table.
"Everyone? I'd like you to meet Suzanne and David," Leeza said. Then, almost as an afterthought she added "They rode their motorcycle up here from THE STATES!"
Two strikes and I hadn't even opened my mouth yet! This may be a new record. I noticed the group glance from my cane to my face as they processed the information. Oh, mis-guided conclusions abounded as to the nature of my disability! It couldn't have been plainer if you'd written on their foreheads in magic marker. Of course since I rode a motorcycle my obvious injury had come from a nasty meeting with the pavement.
Would I correct them? Would I embellish a story confirming their suspicions? I could hardly wait to hear what I was going to say. You know how much I like surprises.
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Anyway, we walked into the dining room and the first thing that struck me was how empty the place seemed. It looked as if most of the guests had left. All of the people were sitting at one table near the windows at the back right side of the dining room.
At that table there were two empty chairs with place settings. This looked ominous. I glanced around the room and all the other tables were bare. Nary a spork nor a knife to be seen. Being somewhat quick on my feet I surmised that much like a Seder, the staff had left the settings empty so that the rest of the table could honor a pair of hikers that had been eaten earlier in the day.
I wondered where we would sit? Because really, it had to be the Seder thing. If not, that meant that they intended Mom and I to sit there, and as I'm sure you know by now the only thing that would have made this situation worse for your Mother, would be if one of the guests was a Cougar. Although, there was one lady sitting on the end that gave an unsettling look to the young men serving, but that's another story.
”David! Suzanne! Just in time," Leeza said, walking up behind us and putting her arms around our shoulders, gently steering us to what appeared to be our assigned places at the table.
"Everyone? I'd like you to meet Suzanne and David," Leeza said. Then, almost as an afterthought she added "They rode their motorcycle up here from THE STATES!"
Two strikes and I hadn't even opened my mouth yet! This may be a new record. I noticed the group glance from my cane to my face as they processed the information. Oh, mis-guided conclusions abounded as to the nature of my disability! It couldn't have been plainer if you'd written on their foreheads in magic marker. Of course since I rode a motorcycle my obvious injury had come from a nasty meeting with the pavement.
Would I correct them? Would I embellish a story confirming their suspicions? I could hardly wait to hear what I was going to say. You know how much I like surprises.
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Kindle Version $ 4.99
Nook $4.99
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