Chapter 33
Denise is sobbing so hard, she starts hiccupping. I get up and hug her. This isn’t normal behavior for me, so I feel clumsy. Yet, it feels like the right thing to do.
“I’m sorry,” I say. The words come quite easily. Probably because it’s the truth. I don’t have a problem saying true things, even if they suck. Most of the time, people have a hard time hearing them. I don’t say the true things often enough, because no one wants to hear them.
This spying business has been hard, because I must keep lying. And I hate lying. Someone once said that if you told the truth all the time, you wouldn’t have to worry, because it was a whole lot less work than remembering all those lies and trying to keep them straight. Something like that, anyway.
So, I keep hugging Denise. I have no idea
