The moment Rose got into the car, Stefan scoffed and observed at once, “You’re a terrible liar… I hope you know that?”
She would have bristled if it had been an exaggeration, instead she merely told him in a sheepish tone, as she blushed a litle, “Well, I never quite had to lie in my line of work.”
“I find that hard to believe,” he raised an eyebrow. “Sometimes, patients can be a handful… You’re telling me you’re always honest with them?”
“Yes, absolutely,” she told him confidently, even though she recalled a couple of times whre she had to tweak the truth – she would choose her words carefully without having to lie outrageously – with a child and patient with dementia.
A few blocks down the road, Stefan then reminded her in a no-nonsense tone of voice, “Don’t forget the bl
