'It's not that he lies, ' she said, shrewdly,
eyes snapping, mouth re-shaping itself,
'it's that he doesn't tell the truth.'
Mercy! I thought-who did she think she was-
Anyway, she set a good table.
Submitted: Sunday, October 14, 2012
Edited: Thursday, September 19, 2013
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