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I feel guilty for lying to April. Last night, when she asked what I was doing today, and if I wanted to come over and help her and the girls decorate the house for Halloween, I said I’d made plans to hang out with a girl from AA.
“Really? Who?”
“Someone I met at the Young People’s Meeting.” I’ve learned that, when lying, it’s best to stay as close to the truth as possible.
Telling April about Trey would mean opening my choices up to scrutiny, and I’m not in the mood for some sponsorly lecture.
“Okay. Well, if you feel like trick-or-treating on Wednesday night, Howie and I are taking Erika and Annabelle out around six.”
“Cool. Thanks. I’ll let you know.”
On the Saturday before Allhallows Eve, Trey picks me up in front of my apartment in a sleek black Mazda—the kind of car that ins
