“I must have bruised myself while playing with Nova yesterday,” Myra said, even though she knew that was a lie only a child would buy.
What kind of play would bruise her neck strategically in that spot where only a hickey could be, and in the exact shape of a hickey?
Greg nodded and looked away.
Her embarrassment gave way to irritation. Why did he not call out her lie, why did he just nod even though they both knew she was lying?
They finished their food in silence.
“I had a meeting with Tricia yesterday, and she is excited to meet you. But after your impromptu trip, she said we could just have a meeting online.”
“Oh.” Myra responded, as they walked over to take a seat in her living room. “We can do that,” she added, nodding enthusiastically. “When will she be free?”
“We could tal
