Minute 13
I lied.
Again.
“So, how come you have to go to those fields for practice, now?” Dad was asking me with genuine concern in his voice, “is there anything I should know?”
I was so close to being discovered, I was about to give myself up. But I couldn’t. Not right now, anyway. “What did you hear, dad?”
“Well, little kitty,” he cleared his throat, “either you’re lying to your friends or something is going on. Which is it?”
“Dad, sometimes we guys lie to each other in order to achieve something, you know?” I pretended I was calm and cool but I felt shaky all over.
“Why did you tell… who was it?” He asked.
“It was Sidney. You don’t remember her.” I asserted.
“You told her you are having practice on the North Shore fields. Why?” He demanded.
“No reason.” I started to doubt my s
