No one escaped its damage, not even the perpetrator. In the end, the liar deceived himself and lost the benefits of truth. So went the story of Methuselah and Jack. Oscar remembered him sadly and let it go.
“Hungry?” Karen’s voice startled him. “All you had was that donut at the gas station.”
They needed to get to Goldfield before dark. “I’m fine. We don’t have time to stop again.”
“I brought sandwiches. They’re in the cooler on the floor behind my seat. Mind getting me one? There’s two. Help yourself.”
“Thanks.” He hesitated to ask, so rude to do so, but better than finding out the hard way. “What kind?”
“Vegan chicken.”
He reached back and pulled out a sandwich for Karen.
The long road stretched ahead, scrubland on either side rising to the mountains. “I should get back to my writ
