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Little White Lies
She grew them in a pot, her little white lies, plucking them out to give to her husband before they got too big and darkened. I am just going to the shops, she said, I will be as quick as I can, handing him another white lie and later sipping coffee in the supermarket café, a full trolley of shopping beside her. He does not understand that I need time alone, she thought. I am doing no harm.
I have joined an aerobics class, she said. I am not getting any younger. Her husband did not comment, so she felt no shame as she drove fifteen miles to another village and sat in the public house.
He is always muttering about something or other that I have done wrong, she thought as she sat there, trying to look inconspicuous. It is only his way, I know, but it does not mean th
