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“How did it go?” Bev asked, handing Katie a sugar cookie. They sat on a couple of tree stumps outside Bev’s tent. “Mayor Freedman dropped these off this morning, so I’m guessing it didn’t go too badly.”
“It didn’t go well either,” Katie said, taking a bite. “I didn’t tell him.”
“I thought so.” Bev shook her head. “You can’t go on pretending, you know. A life that you want to last can’t be built on lies, and you have built up plenty of them since you got here.”
“I haven’t lied about anything except my name,” Katie protested.
“And the fire in your last apartment. And the supposed job you were on your way to in California,” Bev reminded her.
Of course Bev was right. Katie really had planned on telling Sam the truth. She had even come back to the park before dinner the night before an
