Thursday, February 27, 2014
How Did You Know?
"How did you know?", she asked.
"I always know.", I responded. And that is the truth.
When I'm being lied to, I always know. It is a blessing and a curse. There may be a physical "tell" that I pick up on without even realizing it.
A boyfriend lied about who he was having lunch with. I caught him in the act of taking a new secretary to "our" favorite restaurant.
My husband lied about where he got the new stereo. I found the receipt. (Why Alex thinks I would be happier with "it fell off the back of a truck" than "I bought it", I'll never know.)
There are times that people close to me have told me lies and I want to pretend even to myself that they aren't lying. Of course, I know that they are. In most cases, it's just silly lies, but I can always tell.
I think I would have made a good cop.
This is the next to last day I'm participating in the "We Work For Cheese" 28 days of writing. I may have missed a couple of days, but I'm not sure and I'm not lying either.