“ Grace hated lying, got no joy from it, and this was how she knew she wasn't pathological. ”
Anger was simple, self-sustaining as a cactus. You couldn't look too closely at it, lest the spines get you in the eye.
~ Rebecca Scherm
You need one person who knows you... Just one person you can't fool, even when you fool yourself.
But that was the least of it. He knew the worst of her, and that was better.
The best lies were the simplest and made the most sense, in the mind and in the mouth.
