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CECILE
The third time my mother called, I answered, “Mom, I told you that I’m trying to get ready to go over to Finn’s for dinner tonight. I wore a green dress last time, but I want to look even better this. So, what the heck is so important that you keep calling?”
“Cecile, I’ve been talking to your father about what you’re doing, and neither of us likes it. Lying to an old, dying man is just not a good thing to do.”
“Mom, I know that. But it’s also not a good thing for him to try and change his son virtually overnight into something I don’t think he can even become.” I’d made the mistake of telling my parents the truth about what I was doing with Finn. If I could’ve gone back in time and told them the same thing that we were telling his father, I would have done it.
Hindsight is
